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Authors: Maegan Abel
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I grinned as Kas' machine cut off and she raised both fists in the air, the way she always did to celebrate finishing a piece she was proud of. There were several cheers and I stood slowly, letting Kas steady me. I looked in the mirror, excited to see the design was even better than I'd hoped for.
I kept the sheet tucked carefully around my waist, letting it dip low on my right hip where Kas had been working while she covered the tattoo and wrapped plastic wrap around my hips and up my side. The cheers from before turned into whoops as I stood in just the sheet with my shirt tucked under my bra. I laughed and grabbed Kas by the elbow as she went to set the roll of plastic wrap on the tray. She raised an eyebrow at me, realizing my intention too late.
"Don't even thi—" I cut her off by pressing my lips against hers. It was brief and I flicked my tongue ring against her lips when it was over. Right after, I was hit with a roll of paper towels.
"How many times do I have to tell you to stop kissing my girl, Lee?" Tish shook his head and went back to cleaning up his station.
"I was just saying thank you." I winked at Kas and wiped away a smudge of her bright red lipstick from under my lip. She laughed and I snatched up my clothes from the chair, heading toward the bathroom to dress.
I paused as I passed Soldier Boy, who was staring wide-eyed after me. I glanced over my shoulder and met his gaze for a moment before I turned back and held the sheet and my skirt in my one hand while extending the other.
"Lili," I said by way of introduction. His eyes flashed down to my hand and then worked slowly up my body before he moved, closing his fingers around mine.
"Patrick," He replied, grinning. "Nice to meet you."
"Likewise. I need to get dressed but I'd love to have a chat. Hang out for a minute." I winked and , without waiting for a response, continued to the bathroom to get ready for work.
When I came out of the bathroom, I wasn't surprised to see Patrick waiting by the front door. He was leaning against the wall and I took a moment to appreciate his long, lean frame from a distance before he noticed me.
"You waited." I smirked as I walked to the front of the shop.
"I didn't know I had a choice," Patrick said with a grin. The grin looked dark and spoke of dangerous things. I loved it.
"We always have a choice," I responded, tossing a wave over my shoulder as I led Patrick out into the early summer heat. I immediately regretted leaving my hair down but I didn't want to stop to dig for a hair tie so there wasn't much to be done about it.
"So , you're a native?" Patrick asked . I turned my head, realizing just how tall he really was as he walked beside me down the sidewalk.
I had to shield my eyes from the sun behind him and I saw the rim of his baseball cap. With a quick jump, I snatched the hat from his head. He started to protest but I turned away, purposely bending over in front of him as I tucked the hat between my knees and wound my hair up, holding it in place as I pulled the hat over it. He was still blinking, his gaze sliding from my bare legs to my face several times as I winked.
"It looks better on me." I shrugged and started walking again, knowing he would follow. "And , what did you mean, a native?"
Patrick caught up, matching his longer strides to mine as we walked. "A local. Tish said you were his roommate. I just meant you live here."
I frowned, annoyed that Tish was giving out information about me but I knew it was only said in passing. "I live here," I verified.
"That's cool. This is my first time in Vegas. Well, in Nevada period , but I grew up not far from here. I was born and raised in Utah."
I raised an eyebrow at him and laughed. "Utah? I thought the only thing in Utah was Mormons."
Patrick looked shocked for a moment and then his eyes darted toward the street.
I stopped walking and turned to face him fully. "Holy shit! Are you a Mormon? For real?"
He
I grinned as Kas' machine cut off and she raised both fists in the air, the way she always did to celebrate finishing a piece she was proud of. There were several cheers and I stood slowly, letting Kas steady me. I looked in the mirror, excited to see the design was even better than I'd hoped for.
I kept the sheet tucked carefully around my waist, letting it dip low on my right hip where Kas had been working while she covered the tattoo and wrapped plastic wrap around my hips and up my side. The cheers from before turned into whoops as I stood in just the sheet with my shirt tucked under my bra. I laughed and grabbed Kas by the elbow as she went to set the roll of plastic wrap on the tray. She raised an eyebrow at me, realizing my intention too late.
"Don't even thi—" I cut her off by pressing my lips against hers. It was brief and I flicked my tongue ring against her lips when it was over. Right after, I was hit with a roll of paper towels.
"How many times do I have to tell you to stop kissing my girl, Lee?" Tish shook his head and went back to cleaning up his station.
"I was just saying thank you." I winked at Kas and wiped away a smudge of her bright red lipstick from under my lip. She laughed and I snatched up my clothes from the chair, heading toward the bathroom to dress.
I paused as I passed Soldier Boy, who was staring wide-eyed after me. I glanced over my shoulder and met his gaze for a moment before I turned back and held the sheet and my skirt in my one hand while extending the other.
"Lili," I said by way of introduction. His eyes flashed down to my hand and then worked slowly up my body before he moved, closing his fingers around mine.
"Patrick," He replied, grinning. "Nice to meet you."
"Likewise. I need to get dressed but I'd love to have a chat. Hang out for a minute." I winked and , without waiting for a response, continued to the bathroom to get ready for work.
When I came out of the bathroom, I wasn't surprised to see Patrick waiting by the front door. He was leaning against the wall and I took a moment to appreciate his long, lean frame from a distance before he noticed me.
"You waited." I smirked as I walked to the front of the shop.
"I didn't know I had a choice," Patrick said with a grin. The grin looked dark and spoke of dangerous things. I loved it.
"We always have a choice," I responded, tossing a wave over my shoulder as I led Patrick out into the early summer heat. I immediately regretted leaving my hair down but I didn't want to stop to dig for a hair tie so there wasn't much to be done about it.
"So , you're a native?" Patrick asked . I turned my head, realizing just how tall he really was as he walked beside me down the sidewalk.
I had to shield my eyes from the sun behind him and I saw the rim of his baseball cap. With a quick jump, I snatched the hat from his head. He started to protest but I turned away, purposely bending over in front of him as I tucked the hat between my knees and wound my hair up, holding it in place as I pulled the hat over it. He was still blinking, his gaze sliding from my bare legs to my face several times as I winked.
"It looks better on me." I shrugged and started walking again, knowing he would follow. "And , what did you mean, a native?"
Patrick caught up, matching his longer strides to mine as we walked. "A local. Tish said you were his roommate. I just meant you live here."
I frowned, annoyed that Tish was giving out information about me but I knew it was only said in passing. "I live here," I verified.
"That's cool. This is my first time in Vegas. Well, in Nevada period , but I grew up not far from here. I was born and raised in Utah."
I raised an eyebrow at him and laughed. "Utah? I thought the only thing in Utah was Mormons."
Patrick looked shocked for a moment and then his eyes darted toward the street.
I stopped walking and turned to face him fully. "Holy shit! Are you a Mormon? For real?"
He
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