this is dangerous territory.
“ Hey.” He said before stepping behind me and into his room. “I was wondering when you were gonna pop in.”
Um, so he was just going to pretend that this was normal?
“ Yeah.” I said trying to stifle the fire burning inside relaxing a fraction when I realized he was alone. I had to literally hold back from running in that room and ripping that towel from his hips. “I uh… I didn’t have a number to call sorry I…this is a bad time I’ll come back later.”
Run damn it !
“ No your fine I’m dressed. Come in.”
I wanted to slap my own face for the relief I felt when he told me to stay.
I walked through the door way and paused again. He was facing me and pulling a gray t shirt over his head. His chest was all definition, no rolls or loose skin there. No scars he wanted to hide. All muscle and tan and sheer male perfection covered in ink, more ink than I remembered. 'James' was inked in an arch above his belly button in Old English. His key piece however was the old gunfighters belt that he had Chad tattoo around his waistline, only it wasn't guns in the holster, it was drumsticks and they were smoking. That tattoo was Shamus and seeing it after so long, was devastating. His arms were both tatted in pink ribbons that freighted, spanning from the wrist of his right arm, over his shoulders and ending at his left wrist right above a granite cross with his mothers name on it.
His jeans hung low on his hips and his feet were bare. He looked like a dream from my past come back to life and I wanted to cry. Seeing how perfect he still was, if not better, had me wishing that I could say the same for myself and the ink beneath my skin and what it was hiding.
“ What’s with the nervousness Sass?” He sat at the end of the bed and put his socks on then his black Mudd boots. That was when I remembered he was rich. Mega rich. The clothes spoke volumes to the worn out faded jeans kid he used to be. “Not like you haven’t seen me in the shower before, let alone getting out of it.”
I wanted to scream for the visual he just painted. “That was a long time ago Shame.”
“ Yeah but it all still looks the same.” Winking he laughed when I blushed and he was doing it on purpose. He knew I wanted to touch him, he always knew when I wanted him and it seems that will forever be the secret I can never hide from him. I used to love how he always knew and never denied me. I hated him for it now.
“ Are you going somewhere?” I steamrolled over his comment and straight to the point. This man left me behind, heartbroken with no indication as to why. I needed to remember that when I looked at him. I needed to see betrayal and not passion. Tempting my restraint, I took a seat next to him on the bed. He looked at me and smiled, making me melt.
Stupid mind!!!
“ Down to the boat”, he stood. “I want to get it all cleaned out and see what some of the crabbers may want before I sell the rest.” That killed my horndog ignition quick and brought my anger and pain right back to the surface where it needed to stay.
“ Why would you sell his stuff?” Standing now so he couldn’t look down to me, I took the defensive. How could he be so nonchalant about his ’ things, his passion for the small company he owned? I didn’t care if he was as rich as God and just as famous. That boat meant the world to Jerry and over my dead body would I let Shamus roll in and toss it all away.
“ Whoa Sass.” Grabbing me by the hips to keep me from storming out, he stopped my tirade.
What I didn't expect at all was the horrifying flinch that came from being grabbed. I had always wondered if Shame grabbed me, or stepped to close to me from behind, if I would flinch.
I will flinch. I will because I just did, and it was proof it was never going away.
“ You don’t have the right to touch me.” I snapped and roughly stepped out of his hold trying to stop the irrational fear I had and I just wanted
“ Hey.” He said before stepping behind me and into his room. “I was wondering when you were gonna pop in.”
Um, so he was just going to pretend that this was normal?
“ Yeah.” I said trying to stifle the fire burning inside relaxing a fraction when I realized he was alone. I had to literally hold back from running in that room and ripping that towel from his hips. “I uh… I didn’t have a number to call sorry I…this is a bad time I’ll come back later.”
Run damn it !
“ No your fine I’m dressed. Come in.”
I wanted to slap my own face for the relief I felt when he told me to stay.
I walked through the door way and paused again. He was facing me and pulling a gray t shirt over his head. His chest was all definition, no rolls or loose skin there. No scars he wanted to hide. All muscle and tan and sheer male perfection covered in ink, more ink than I remembered. 'James' was inked in an arch above his belly button in Old English. His key piece however was the old gunfighters belt that he had Chad tattoo around his waistline, only it wasn't guns in the holster, it was drumsticks and they were smoking. That tattoo was Shamus and seeing it after so long, was devastating. His arms were both tatted in pink ribbons that freighted, spanning from the wrist of his right arm, over his shoulders and ending at his left wrist right above a granite cross with his mothers name on it.
His jeans hung low on his hips and his feet were bare. He looked like a dream from my past come back to life and I wanted to cry. Seeing how perfect he still was, if not better, had me wishing that I could say the same for myself and the ink beneath my skin and what it was hiding.
“ What’s with the nervousness Sass?” He sat at the end of the bed and put his socks on then his black Mudd boots. That was when I remembered he was rich. Mega rich. The clothes spoke volumes to the worn out faded jeans kid he used to be. “Not like you haven’t seen me in the shower before, let alone getting out of it.”
I wanted to scream for the visual he just painted. “That was a long time ago Shame.”
“ Yeah but it all still looks the same.” Winking he laughed when I blushed and he was doing it on purpose. He knew I wanted to touch him, he always knew when I wanted him and it seems that will forever be the secret I can never hide from him. I used to love how he always knew and never denied me. I hated him for it now.
“ Are you going somewhere?” I steamrolled over his comment and straight to the point. This man left me behind, heartbroken with no indication as to why. I needed to remember that when I looked at him. I needed to see betrayal and not passion. Tempting my restraint, I took a seat next to him on the bed. He looked at me and smiled, making me melt.
Stupid mind!!!
“ Down to the boat”, he stood. “I want to get it all cleaned out and see what some of the crabbers may want before I sell the rest.” That killed my horndog ignition quick and brought my anger and pain right back to the surface where it needed to stay.
“ Why would you sell his stuff?” Standing now so he couldn’t look down to me, I took the defensive. How could he be so nonchalant about his ’ things, his passion for the small company he owned? I didn’t care if he was as rich as God and just as famous. That boat meant the world to Jerry and over my dead body would I let Shamus roll in and toss it all away.
“ Whoa Sass.” Grabbing me by the hips to keep me from storming out, he stopped my tirade.
What I didn't expect at all was the horrifying flinch that came from being grabbed. I had always wondered if Shame grabbed me, or stepped to close to me from behind, if I would flinch.
I will flinch. I will because I just did, and it was proof it was never going away.
“ You don’t have the right to touch me.” I snapped and roughly stepped out of his hold trying to stop the irrational fear I had and I just wanted
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