Spiked by Love (Bellevue Bullies #6) - Toni Aleo Page 0,120
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Ally looks at me like I’m a doofus. “Do we play with lightsabers, Asher?”
I wink. “You play with mine all the time.”
“Do you feel good about yourself?” she asks dryly, and I grin, wrapping my arms around her neck, pressing my lips to hers.
“Come on. You’re the Leia to my Han.”
“I’m not.”
“You are.”
“No, really. I’m not. I’m more the Rey to your Kylo.”
I scrunch up my face at her. “He dies.”
“Exactly, and if you don’t stop with the awful jokes and tattoo ideas, you will meet the same fate.”
I chuckle as she gives me a sneaky grin. She takes a deep breath when she hands over our drawing. “You know my mom is going to kill me.”
“Not me. I’ll hide mine in all these tattoos right here on my arm. She won’t even know we got matching tattoos.”
“Hide it?”
“What?”
“You’re going to hide our love tattoo?”
“I don’t want to die.”
“Fine, I’ll show her.”
“How rude.”
“You’re rude for hiding it!”
“I wasn’t going to hide it, just not show her!”
“You’re so frustrating, and I thought we were getting them on our wrists.”
I think that over. “Okay, fine, but I’m not showing anyone.”
“I’m making an Instagram post. Hell, I might even Live it.”
I squint at her. “I thought you loved me.”
“Oh, I do, Beef Stick. Now, make sure to write clearly.”
I gawk over at Ally and say, “Keep messing with me, and I’m gonna write ‘I love pussy.’”
“Real cute,” she throws back at me. “And I’ll write, ‘I love dick.’”
We glare at each other, and then I grab her by her chin, bringing her mouth to mine. Our kiss is a little hotter than I intended, but it’s always like that. When I part from her dangerous mouth, my heart swells, as does my cock. “Maybe I’ll get ‘Ally T. drives me nutty’ across my neck.”
It was supposed to be cute, but she’s not having it. “Please don’t.”
“Fine. Property of Ally T.”
“Ash, we are getting one tattoo.”
“You can get my name on your ass.”
She blinks. “One tattoo.”
“Come on—”
“Why are you making this difficult?”
I kiss her nose. “Because you’re so cute when you’re frustrated.”
She looks up to our artist and shakes her head. “He gets silly when he’s nervous.”
Aaron, our artist, doesn’t care. “So, what are we doing?”
“A can on each wrist so that when we press our wrists together, it’s like the string is connected and the words, ‘I love you,’ in each other’s handwriting.” Her face fills with color as she gazes up at me. I can’t take how much she means to me. She’s so damn beautiful. “Because that’s how he told me he loves me.”
“Through a can? Does that even work?”
I look at the guy just as Ally glares at him. “Yes, and it is fucking romantic, okay?”
The guy laughs as he walks off to get everything ready. “Whatever you say.”
“You know he is in control of the needles.”
“I don’t care. He is making fun of our love.”
“I don’t care. I love our love.”
“Damn right, you do.” She decides as she sits in my lap. I cuddle her close to my chest before kissing her jaw. Just like we always have been, we’re inseparable. Not much has changed with our families. They love us, but sometimes I feel they love us more when we’re together. I know I love us.
She leans into my face as she holds up her phone to read the text she just got. I notice it’s from Angie.
“Is she settled?”
“Yes. She even likes her little apartment.”
“Good,” I say since I know Ally was worried about her. Angie moved out a week ago, heading to South Carolina for that program she got into. And because Angie left, Ally moved in with me. Really, Ally moved out a long time ago, but she insisted on staying at the dorm once a week so Angie wouldn’t be totally alone. Crazy, but I dreaded that one night a week. I missed her like mad, but now, I’ve got her for the long haul.
Ally opens her email and groans loudly. “Still nothing?” I ask, and she shakes her head.
“No, I’m supposed to get an answer today. Maybe I should call?”
“Give it until tomorrow.”
She rests her head back on mine, and I know she’s stressed. She didn’t get the job in South Carolina, but she did get offered four other ones. One in New York, which, ew, snow. One in California, ew, Jasmine. One in Vancouver—yeah, I got nothing, which she sees as an opportunity to drag me out there, but I’m not really