felt like such a prick for wanting her
gone. But I am a prick and I still
wanted her gone. But me helping her, her needing me, helps me somehow feel
equal to her.
And if that’s going to help me deal, then I’m going
to push.
Carefully.
Allie closes the binder and asks April if she has
anything custom in mind.
She shakes her head, pointing to the jewelry in the
case below the binders. “Are these for belly buttons?”
Fuck. I should be excited that April’s asking such a
question—and I am—since it points to the fact that she might agree to my
proposition, but what has most of my attention is the image of prim and proper
April with a belly button piercing. That would be beyond hot.
Allie points to the far end of the case before
moving around it to remove jewelry. She shows April several pieces while I lean
on the other end of the counter and watch them. Auburn haired Allie is sexy
with her eyebrow and lip piercings paired with a sleeve tattoo that covers most
of her arm. Very dramatic compared to April with her long, light brown hair,
aqua colored eyes, naturally flushed pinked cheeks, and matching pink lips.
April is pretty in a wholesome, angelic way. Someone like me, should find Allie
more attractive. Even though it pisses me off to no end, it’s April who
continually catches my attention. I try to tell myself it’s because Allie is
taken—and quite caught by Justin—but I’m lying to myself. It seems April grows
more gorgeous each time I see her.
“You like that one?” Allie asks as April holds up a
silver dangling music note.
The image of it hanging over her belly button has my
throat dry.
April frowns at the jewelry. “Yeah…I’m not sure.”
Oh, I’m sure, it would be totally fucking hot.
“Well, Todd, our piercer, should be done any
minute,” Allie says, cocking her head and watching the dangling note too. “If
you do decide you want the piercing, he has the next hour or so open.”
April gnaws on her lip.
“You could do it another day too,” Allie says,
obviously aware April is going through some sort of internal dilemma, which I’m
thinking is more about the list than the piercing. “Why don’t you take a look
at the apartment upstairs with Gabe and give yourself some time to think about
it?”
“Yeah, okay,” she says with a forced smile, her eyes
glued to the silver note as Allie puts it back in the case.
Allie glances to me. “The stairs to the apartment
are around the corner of the building. Shay will be fully moved out in a few
weeks.”
April continues to be transfixed by the jewelry, so
I brush her shoulder with my arm as I stride past her. “Come on. Let’s see if
this apartment is classy enough for me.”
She absently follows me outside, around the
building, and up the stairs. She follows me inside too but waits by the door as
I take a walk around the one room apartment. It’s small with a kitchen on one
end, a couch in the middle to divide the room and space for a bed on the other
end. Yet remodeled a few years ago, everything is new—not that I care—from the
tile in the kitchen to the carpet on the other half of the room to the small
appliances in the kitchen. Plus Shay—Allie’s employee—is leaving the couch
along with a small dining table and chairs, since Allie’s friends gave her the
stuff. So I won’t need to buy any furniture. I just plan to take my bed from my
dad’s house whether he likes it or not.
More importantly, I need to get out of my dad’s
shithole. Prior to the tour, though I technically lived there, I rarely stayed
there. Instead, I had spent most of the time at my current girlfriend’s .
Like the prick that I am, I made sure to date women who could accommodate me
for overnight stays. In the mechanic program at our local community college, I
couldn’t afford my own place. Plus, I didn’t want to leave Sharon alone with my
dad too much. And although I did graduate, the garage I work for couldn’t hold
the full time
gone. But I am a prick and I still
wanted her gone. But me helping her, her needing me, helps me somehow feel
equal to her.
And if that’s going to help me deal, then I’m going
to push.
Carefully.
Allie closes the binder and asks April if she has
anything custom in mind.
She shakes her head, pointing to the jewelry in the
case below the binders. “Are these for belly buttons?”
Fuck. I should be excited that April’s asking such a
question—and I am—since it points to the fact that she might agree to my
proposition, but what has most of my attention is the image of prim and proper
April with a belly button piercing. That would be beyond hot.
Allie points to the far end of the case before
moving around it to remove jewelry. She shows April several pieces while I lean
on the other end of the counter and watch them. Auburn haired Allie is sexy
with her eyebrow and lip piercings paired with a sleeve tattoo that covers most
of her arm. Very dramatic compared to April with her long, light brown hair,
aqua colored eyes, naturally flushed pinked cheeks, and matching pink lips.
April is pretty in a wholesome, angelic way. Someone like me, should find Allie
more attractive. Even though it pisses me off to no end, it’s April who
continually catches my attention. I try to tell myself it’s because Allie is
taken—and quite caught by Justin—but I’m lying to myself. It seems April grows
more gorgeous each time I see her.
“You like that one?” Allie asks as April holds up a
silver dangling music note.
The image of it hanging over her belly button has my
throat dry.
April frowns at the jewelry. “Yeah…I’m not sure.”
Oh, I’m sure, it would be totally fucking hot.
“Well, Todd, our piercer, should be done any
minute,” Allie says, cocking her head and watching the dangling note too. “If
you do decide you want the piercing, he has the next hour or so open.”
April gnaws on her lip.
“You could do it another day too,” Allie says,
obviously aware April is going through some sort of internal dilemma, which I’m
thinking is more about the list than the piercing. “Why don’t you take a look
at the apartment upstairs with Gabe and give yourself some time to think about
it?”
“Yeah, okay,” she says with a forced smile, her eyes
glued to the silver note as Allie puts it back in the case.
Allie glances to me. “The stairs to the apartment
are around the corner of the building. Shay will be fully moved out in a few
weeks.”
April continues to be transfixed by the jewelry, so
I brush her shoulder with my arm as I stride past her. “Come on. Let’s see if
this apartment is classy enough for me.”
She absently follows me outside, around the
building, and up the stairs. She follows me inside too but waits by the door as
I take a walk around the one room apartment. It’s small with a kitchen on one
end, a couch in the middle to divide the room and space for a bed on the other
end. Yet remodeled a few years ago, everything is new—not that I care—from the
tile in the kitchen to the carpet on the other half of the room to the small
appliances in the kitchen. Plus Shay—Allie’s employee—is leaving the couch
along with a small dining table and chairs, since Allie’s friends gave her the
stuff. So I won’t need to buy any furniture. I just plan to take my bed from my
dad’s house whether he likes it or not.
More importantly, I need to get out of my dad’s
shithole. Prior to the tour, though I technically lived there, I rarely stayed
there. Instead, I had spent most of the time at my current girlfriend’s .
Like the prick that I am, I made sure to date women who could accommodate me
for overnight stays. In the mechanic program at our local community college, I
couldn’t afford my own place. Plus, I didn’t want to leave Sharon alone with my
dad too much. And although I did graduate, the garage I work for couldn’t hold
the full time
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