Breathe.

 

Just breathe.

 

I forced my eyes closed trying to imagine I was sitting on the beach, basking in the warmth of the sun. It didn't bloody help. I didn't

know how much longer I could bear this torment. I clenched my jaw so hard; white hot needles of pain exploded behind my eyes. I took a deep breath in a vain attempt to relax.

 

I tried for the millionth time to crank up the music on my cell - anything to drown out the noise. It didn't fucking work. It sounded like a large swarm of yellow jackets surrounded me. My stomach churned at the constant hum. I tried not to choke as I swallowed back the bitter taste of bile that burned up the back of my throat.

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My ears started ringing. Great, someone must be talking about me. I cringed as the ringing got louder, changing frequency. Like the hum of electricity. It drowned out all the other noises. It felt like I was in a vacuum. The only noise I could hear was the crackling buzz of energy.

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I tried to move my hand, but pins and needles surged up my arm. Fucking wonderful; I had been sitting here for so long my arm had fallen asleep. The tingling spread into my shoulder, then up my neck, and flowed through my entire body. Goosebumps broke out across my skin.

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My body felt heavy. I tried to talk to Tina, but my mouth wouldn't work. I couldn't breathe as pressure started building up inside my body. It felt like someone was sitting on my chest.  Panic coursed through me as I realized I couldn't move.  My heart raced. My head pounded. I felt like I was going to explode.

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The machine clicked off, plunging the room in deafening silence. Like a gunshot erupting from the barrel of a gun, a pulse of energy surged through my body and flooded out. I felt it radiate across the room, like a wall of power.

"All done," Tina placed the tattoo gun on the granite counter beside us. I realized with a start, that whatever had held me immobile, had released me. I could move again.

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"Let's get you all cleaned up, and then I can take that picture for you." She continued as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. Had I imagined it? I shook my head and tried to pay attention as Tina headed to the cupboards across the room.

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I looked around the room. Everything seemed normal. The room still bore the uncanny resemblance of a sterile doctor's office. I shook my head; trying to shake off the feeling that something had happened. It must have been my overactive imagination. 

​

Tina tossed her long black braid over her shoulder as she reached up into one of the cupboards. Her shirt sleeves slid up her arms revealing the vibrant ink adorning them. The bright images caught my eyes and I felt drawn to them like a moth to a flame.

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Twisted up her right arm were delicate blood-red roses, intertwined with emerald leaves. A Noah's Ark of exotic animals hidden within tropical leaves crept up her left arm. I could see the silvery trunk of an elephant. The topaz eyes of a tawny jaguar, and the glorious Azul blue tail feathers of a parrot.

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Tina caught my stare and grinned. "They're my work," she said, gathering items off the counter.

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I smiled. "They're gorgeous."

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"Thank you," Tina came up behind me, her hands laden with supplies. The liquid felt cold against my shoulder as she cleaned it. She held up a large mirror and I twisted my head around to see it.

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The tattoo was perfect. On my right shoulder blade sat a pale-yellow crescent moon. It faced left with a sleepy smiling face. Gray clouds swirled down from the top of the moon, behind the right side and through below it. At the bottom point of the moon was a vibrant eight-pointed star. The star covered up an ugly little scar I had gotten when I'd fallen off of my bike as a kid.

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"Alright, so we treat your tattoo like we would any other type of injury to your body," the tattoo artist said. She grabbed a tube of ointment and began slathering it on the tattoo. "This ointment will protect you from bacteria that can cause infection." She applied a bandage to my shoulder blade and taped it up. "Keep the bandage on for about two hours, then once you're home remove it and let it breathe."

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"I have to work tonight," I said thinking about the dress code at work. "Can I keep it on until I finish my shift?"

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"That shouldn't be a problem!" she smiled. "Just keep this one on - don't change it and you'll be good to go." She stepped back as I stood up and handed me an aftercare pamphlet. "Do you have any questions?"

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"No, I think I'm okay," I glanced down at it. It had all the same information that was on the posters that adorned the plain white walls. "Everything's explained here."

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Tina flipped the pamphlet over. "My number's here," she pointed to the back. "If you have any questions, call me."

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I smiled as I slid my jacket on. "Thank you very much."

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"It's been my pleasure," she grinned. 

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I slung my purse over my shoulder. Then I stepped out into the hallway, my heels clicking on the checker patterned tile. It didn't take me long to find the shock of red hair that belonged to my best friend Delilah Lewis. 

​

I had to admit I was a little jealous of Delilah's transient beauty. She was skinny but curvy in all the right places. Depending on her mood she could pull off the innocent girl next door, the regal queen, or the sexy vixen with ease. Delilah always seemed to have men flocking to her, yet she never seemed to notice them. Case in point the man sitting at the main reception desk. She was completely oblivious.  I couldn't help but smile as I watched his eyes trailing her as she moved around the shop.

​

I put my hand on Delilah's arm and leaned in towards her ear, "that guy is checking you out." I almost felt sorry for him. She was going to chew him up and spit him out. Although Delilah likes to have fun with men, she never dated them. She was a fuck them and leave them kind of girl.

​

"What guy?" She said, turning her head to look around. 

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"Don't be obvious!" I hissed trying to steer her in the opposite direction. "The big guy with all the tattoos."

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Delilah stopped walking and arched a delicate eyebrow. "You do realize we're in a tattoo parlor?"

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I shook my head. "The one sitting at the desk."

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"Hmmm," she said, grabbing her purse off of her shoulder. She rested it on a nearby counter and started rummaging through it. "Do you have a pen?"

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"Let me check," I said as I rooted through my own. "You're not going to give him your number, are you?"

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"Why not?" Delilah asked as she continued rifling through her purse. "Ha! Found one!" She started scribbling on a scrap of paper. Then she grabbed my arm and dragged me towards the front door. As we passed the desk, she slid the paper towards the large man. She winked at him, and flipped her long hair over her shoulder as she sashayed out the door. 

​

I stopped to let my eyes adjust to the bright light outside, as I did up my jacket. I squinted against the brilliant flash of Delilah's diamond-studded nose ring.

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"So, let's see the tattoo!" She linked her arm through mine as we started walking through the parking lot.

​

"It's bandaged up, but I have a picture," I pulled out my phone, scrolled through the pictures, and handed it over to her.

​

"Oh, it's beautiful," Delilah gushed, her brown eyes wide as we crossed the parking lot towards her black F150.

​

"And the best part...," I was all but skipping along. "You can't see that ugly scar anymore!" I was way too excited, but I didn't care.

 

"That's amazing," Delilah smiled as we reached her truck. She pulled out her keys. "Maybe I should get one."

 

"Even if you could decide which one you wanted," I said, shaking my head. "You would change your mind."

 

"That's true," Delilah said. She constantly changed her mind. I heard the click of the doors unlocking. 

 

I opened the door as something bright blue flashed in my peripheral vision. I turned my head to get a better look. A butterfly I had never seen before circled above me. The top of its wings were the iridescent blue green of a peacock feather and edged in black. Its underside was brown and speckled in eyespots. I watched as it fluttered its wings above me. The contrasting flashing blue and brown made it appear to wink in and out of sight.

 

The butterfly coasted down; and I felt exhilaration wash over me as it landed on my shoulder. "Delilah!" I interrupted her. I hadn't even realized she'd been talking.

 

Delilah sighed as she glanced over at me from the driver seat, "what?"

 

My face was beginning to hurt from grinning. "Do you see this!?" I asked, pointing at the butterfly. 

 

She arched her brow as she leaned over towards the passenger side, "see what?"

 

"The butterfly on my shoulder," I said pointing at it.

 

Delilah wouldn't quite meet my eyes. "I don't see anything," she worried her bottom lip.

 

'It's right here!" I looked at my shoulder where the butterfly had been, only now it wasn't there. I took a step back, looking around. But it was gone. "Where..."

 

"Are you feeling okay?" Delilah frowned as I climbed into the passenger seat. "When was the last time you ate?"

 

"Last night, I was too nervous to eat this morning." As if on cue my stomach rumbled. I clicked the seatbelt into place.

 

"Well let's get you changed and to The Grill, so you can get some grub," Delilah started the engine and put the truck into drive. "You'll feel better."

 

"Sure."

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I loved working at The Grill. It was the kind of place where parents could take their kids to eat.  Where you didn't have to worry about them being too loud or making a mess on the worn hardwood floor. It was the kind of place where teenagers could grab a bite to eat and hang out. Where they didn't have to worry about loitering. It was where you went if you wanted a great burger. And after the dinner rush... it was a great place to grab a beer or two.

​

The restaurant was busy for a Friday night. People sat at the walnut tables and booths with its tacky green upholstery. Lead and glass mosaic lamps hanging over the tables cast the restaurant in a warm yellow glow. I could hear the clink of silverware against dishes, the sizzle of the grill and the general hum of people.

​

"Damn, that man is hot," Delilah declared as she tied her black apron around her waist. 

​

"Who is?" I scanned the tables as I played with the gold butterfly that hung on the delicate chain around my neck. Delilah had gotten it for me as a divorce present five years ago. The butterfly represented my newfound freedom from my ex.

​

"Mr. Redhot," Delilah nodded towards the back of the restaurant, as she tied her wavy hair into a messy bun.

​

I looked toward the back of the restaurant and saw him sitting in the back corner booth. His bright copper hair caught my attention. "Redhot, eh? He's not bad". Who was I kidding? I'd always had a thing for redheads. And this one was gorgeous. He sat sprawled out, one arm across the back of the bench, the other wrapped around his beer bottle. His form-fitting white t-shirt didn't leave much to the imagination. His jeans looked soft to the touch. And boy did I want to touch. His leather jacket caressed his body like a second skin. Was it terrible that I was envious of a jacket? Or that I wanted to climb into his lap?

​

"Not bad," Delilah scoffed as she loaded drinks onto her serving tray. She leaned in towards me. "He's fucking sexy." She picked up her tray. "I'm sticking to Redhot."

​

"Okay, yeah I agree," I conceded. Delilah laughed as she sashayed away carrying the tray of drinks.

​

A body crashed into me, almost knocking me over. "Oh, sorry Sweetheart," the man slurred, his hand sliding up my arm. I took a step back away from his touch. I didn't recognize him, but with this city being an oil town, there were always new faces.

​

"Don't worry about it," I said, forcing a smile. I bent down to pick up the papers that had scattered to the beer-stained floor. I could feel the heat of his gaze as he stared at my ass. I stood up, pulling down the hem of my skirt. Fuck that. I'd pick up the paperwork later or ask someone else to do it.

​

He swayed as he took a step towards me. "When are you done work sweetheart?" He slid his greasy hand on my arm again. His touch made my skin crawl. His breath smelt like soured whiskey. I had to force myself not to scrunch up my nose in disgust as he continued. "Maybe we could go back to my place and..."

​

"Hey babe, sorry I'm late," a new gravelly voice said as a hand went on my hip and a warm body pressed up against my back. I looked up with a jolt as I realized it was Mr. Redhot. God, he smelt good, like fresh leaves or mown grass. He kissed my cheek. "I missed you."

"Missed you too," I murmured, playing along. I stole a glance at him. His features were sharp, almost chiseled. He was clean-shaven with only a hint of a 5 o'clock shadow. My heart started racing, my body became alert to every touch, every movement. I could feel his first body against my back, and it went straight to my core. Goddammit, I felt like a horny teenager. What the fuck was wrong with me?

​

"Oh man sorry," the other man slurred. He put his hands in front of him, in surrender. "Didn't realize she was spoken for."

​

"Can't blame a man for trying," Mr. Red-hot winked. "She's quite special." He looked down at me. His green eyes flashed against my hazel. As our gazes locked, I felt a jolt of electricity course through my body. And dammit my body was going into overdrive. I wanted nothing more than to jump into his arms and fuck him against the bar. Guessing from the heat I could see in his eyes; he was thinking the same thing. He let me go, taking a step back. My treacherous body wanted to revolt. He leaned in towards me. "Cade," he whispered, his breath tickling my ear.

​

"Wh... what?" I asked, trying to force my brain to start functioning again. 

​

He crouched down to pick up the scattered papers off the floor. "My name is Cade," He chuckled at my obvious distress, the low rumble was sexy as hell. 

​

"Genesis," I gave a tight smile as I felt the heat creep up my face. "Thanks for the save," I said as I took the stack of papers from him. My hand brushed against his, and images of his hands all over my body flooded my mind. 

​

"Anytime," he said, bringing me back to reality. "I'll let you get back to work." He turned to leave and glanced back over his shoulder with a searing look. "I'll see you later," he winked as he sauntered towards his table at the back of the restaurant. Damn, he had a nice ass.

​

"What just happened?" Delilah hissed, grabbing onto my arm, as she pulled me off to the side. "Did Red-hot kiss you!?"

​

"He kissed my cheek," I clarified, curling the papers against my chest like a shield. "He was only rescuing me from an obnoxious drunk." 

​

She pursed her perfectly plump lips as she bounced on the balls of her feet. "Give me details, woman!" 

 

"His name is Cade," I said, taking a deep breath. My hormones were still running rampant. I felt on edge. I needed my body to calm the hell down. "God, he smelt good," I murmured, playing with my necklace.

​

"I bet he felt good all pressed up against you," Delilah nudged me with her hip, her chocolate brown eyes gleaming. "I saw you give him the fuck me eyes."

​

Shit. I didn't mean to. "Do you think he noticed?" I worried my bottom lip.

​

"Considering he looked like he was ready to jump you in the middle of the bar," Delilah smirked. "I'd say so."

​

"Fuck." 

 

"Poor Eamon is going to have a run for his money," Delilah laughed. I'd been crushing on Eamon since I'd moved in across the hall

from him five years ago.

 

"Eamon doesn't look at me like that," I muttered, eyes downcast.

 

"Yeah, he does," Delilah retorted. "He's just better at hiding it."

 

"Fuck." I was in a world of trouble.

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I stepped out into the crisp October air. I could smell the coming of snow in the wind. My breath misted every time I exhaled, and I couldn't help but shudder against the cold. I was not looking forward to winter. I stuck my hands deep in my jacket pockets to keep them warm. I started across the parking lot towards home. The soles of my shoes slapping against the concrete were the only sounds in the quiet of the night. 

​

I found myself thinking about Cade and Eamon. What the fuck was I going to do? Not that it really mattered. I wasn't going to do a damn thing. 

​

The sound of footsteps caught my attention. I stopped glancing over my shoulder and scanning the shadows behind me. As I looked into the night, it appeared that I was alone. The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end and goosebumps broke out across my skin. Something wasn't right.

​

I picked up the pace, thankful that my condo was only a couple of blocks away. As my shoes pounded the concrete, the footsteps seemed to match me step for step. I peered over my shoulder in desperation, expecting an ax murderer to appear behind me at any moment.

​

I felt an overwhelming sense of relief when my condo building came into view. The building itself was square in shape with uniquely beveled corners. Its walls were a smooth white stucco and it stood three stories high. Each of its floors consisted of four condos. Each condo had their own balcony and large rectangular windows. The building had a flat roof that rose to triangular peaks above each balcony and the front doors. 

​

I pulled my keys out of my purse as I headed up the gray cobblestone walkway towards the front doors. 

​

Something fluttering in the wind caught my attention. I squinted to get a better look. Flashes of turquoise seemed to appear and disappear in the darkness. It had to be another butterfly. I bet I was imagining this one too.

​

The bushes on my left started rustling, but there was no wind. I took a step towards it for a closer look. Something red glowed in the bushes. I leaned in towards the foliage but paused when I realized I'd been mistaken. The bush had two glowing red dots.

​

I knew better. Bushes with glowing eyes. Ghostly footsteps following you home. Imaginary butterflies. It was like every horror movie I had ever seen. Where you scream at the dumb girl to turn tail and run. Curiosity got the best of me and I found myself crouching down to peer into the leaves.

​

The bushes rippled and I yelped as I jumped back, losing my balance in the process. I fell back, landing on my ass with a thud on the cold, hard ground. "It's only a rabbit, or some little animal," I whispered to myself. I felt a hysterical giggle bubble up, only to die in my throat as the bushes started thrashing. I tried to make my body move, but I froze. Sprawled out on the ground, watching in horror. Those red lights moved, and as I stared at them mesmerized, I realized that they were eyes. There was something huge lurking in the shrubbery.

​

Without warning, it came flying out of the bushes.

​

I burst out laughing.

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A small Chihuahua stood in the grass with its head cocked to the side looking at me. It was the size of a box of Kleenex. Black fur covered its head, pointed ears, and back end. White fur covered its neck, stomach and front legs. There was some tan colored fur over its eyes, giving it the semblance of eyebrows. Dusted all along its body was the same tan color where black fur met white.

"Where'd you come from, little guy?" I said in a soothing tone to the pup, hand outstretched for it to sniff me. It seemed to be looking at me like it was determining whether I was a threat. It must have deemed me safe because after a few minutes it came up and licked my left hand.

​

I ran a hand along its fur. "Who do you belong to?" I looked for some sort of collar, but there was nothing there. "Well, I guess I'd better take you with me. For now, anyway." I said as I got up, scooping the little dog into my arms.

​

I juggled my keys and the Chihuahua as I let myself into the building. I took the elevator to the third floor and let myself into my condo. I put the pup down on the ground. "Stay right here." I dropped my stuff on the counter and tossed my jacket over the back of a chair. "I'll be right back," I said as I stepped out into the hall; the door giving a soft click as it closed behind me. I knocked on Eamon's door across the hall.

​

"Hey!" He said opening the door, a cocky grin plastered across his face. "Come to show me your tattoo?"

​

"Um no," I said, closing my eyes. I had completely forgotten about it. I opened them and flashed a dazzling smile, "I actually need a favor."

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He arched an eyebrow and coughed as he tried to suppress a laugh. "What do you need?"

​

I explained how I had found the Chihuahua in the bushes outside. Seeing as Eamon had an adorable looking Terrier named Bruno, I asked if he had any supplies I could borrow. He agreed, providing I let him see the pup. Of course, I agreed. Bruno kept a close eye on Eamon as he rummaged through his cupboards for the requested items.

​

I couldn't help but notice a small cardboard box that sat on his countertop. "New acquisition?" I nodded towards the box.

​

"Yeah, it's my newest pride and joy," he laughed. He put the Ziploc bag of food he was holding on the counter and opened the box. 

Eamon was some sort of curator of obscure artifacts for some big company in Edmonton. He was always traveling around the world getting his hands on interesting objects. "This is the Orb of Life," he said, pulling out a small glass orb that fit the palm of his hand. At the very top and bottom of the sphere was a semi-circle of blue and white swirls. It looked like the planet earth from space. He shifted the sphere so I could see it from a different angle. In the very middle of the orb was clear - like glass. The base looked like it was some sort of sandy earth. Growing up from the earth was a plant with a single stock and two bright green leaves.

​

"It's beautiful," I said as a tiny rainbow refracted through it. "Where did you get it?"

​

"The short story is in Egypt," he said, placing the orb back in its box. "The long story I'll save for another day," he winked. "I'm pretty sure we have a puppy to feed."

​

I took the bag of food off the counter as he began rifling through a drawer in the kitchen. He procured a leash and collar. "You can keep these," he said, handing them to me.

​

We headed towards the door. 

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"I'll be back soon buddy," he said as he closed the door behind him. I could hear Bruno whining as we left him behind. "You'd think I was abandoning him," Eamon laughed, shaking his head.

​

I walked into my apartment holding the door for him to follow. The pup was right there waiting for me.

​

"Oh my gosh, is she ever adorable!" He crouched down and ran his hand over her soft fur. They stood there for a few moments, staring at each other. I felt a chill as I watched them, as if they were almost communicating. Before I could say anything, he continued. "I don't think she belongs to anyone."

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“Why do you say that?" I said startled out of my thoughts. I shook my head trying to clear it. I crouched down ripping open the bag of food. Taking a deep breath, I poured some into the plastic container on the floor.

​

"Well, she's young and she's not wearing a collar," Eamon said standing up. He shrugged as he leaned against the counter. He watched as I filled a second container with water. In fact, I heard his sharp inhale of breath as I bent over to put the water dish beside the food dish. I felt my ears prickle with heat.

​

"So, let's see that tattoo!" Eamon said, breaking the awkward silence.

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"Oh yeah!" I said looking down at my rumpled work clothes. "Just give me a minute to go change."

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"No problem," Eamon said as he sat on the floor," I'll play with the puppy."

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I headed up the hallway towards my bedroom, closing the door with a soft click behind me. I started removing clothes, as I strode across the room, letting them fall to the floor in my wake. I rummaged through my dresser pulling a tank top over my head and threw on a pair of yoga pants. I took the butterfly necklace that Delilah had given me as a divorce present, and placed it on my dresser. I glanced in the mirror at the bandage over my shoulder. There was no way I was going to be able to remove it myself.

​

"Dammit," I muttered under my breath as I opened my bedroom door. "Eamon, could you help me take the bandage off?" I called up the hallway.

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"Sure," Eamon said, getting to his feet. He reached me in three long strides. I turned my back to him, grabbing my loose hair and holding it off to the side out of the way. Gentle hands slid the strap of my tank top off of my right shoulder. A chill went down my spine as his fingers lingered for a moment. "Sorry if this hurts," he whispered in my ear as he started peeling the bandage off. I didn't notice the sting; I was acutely aware of his other hand on my shoulder and how close our bodies were.

​

"Wow, it's gorgeous," his hand slid down my shoulder and I couldn't help shuddering.

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"Thank you," I said, my voice sounding a little too husky even to my own ears.

​

He cleared his throat and stepped back. "Do you have the ointment for it? I can rub it in."

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I didn't say anything but headed towards the kitchen taking deep breaths as I went. I'd left the bag on the counter, and I fumbled as I tried to remove its contents. "I'm supposed to clean it first with this soap," I said. I unfolded a piece of paper that had fallen out. I tried to reread the aftercare instructions but failed. His warm breath against my neck distracted me as he read over my shoulder. He smelt like the outdoors, making me think of fresh springtime air.

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"Okay, I'll help you wash it." He took the soap and ointment out of the bag and led me towards the sink. He started the tap and tested the temperature as I leaned over the sink. He cupped his hands under the water and poured it over my shoulder. The water was cool, but it might as well have been ice against my hot skin. He took the soap and worked it up into a lather rubbing the soap onto the tattoo with his fingertips.

​

He didn't say anything as he worked, and I was able to watch him as he concentrated on his work. With his athletic build, hooded blue eyes and perfect nose, he could have been a model. Especially with his layered t-shirt and button-down shirt and jeans. He was tall, although only about two inches taller than my five six height. His hair - I loved his messy blonde hair. It looked like he had stuck his finger in an electrical socket.

​

He rinsed his hands, cupped more water and used it to rinse the soap off. Then he turned the tap off and toweled my shoulder dry. Taking the ointment off the counter, he opened it and squeezed a small amount onto the tip of his finger. He began massaging it into my shoulder. "Um thanks," I said, stepping away. It had felt way too damned erotic.

​

"No problem," he said with a waver in his voice that made me wonder if he was feeling it too. "Anytime."

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Without thinking I found myself looking down. I could see a hard ridge against the fly of his jeans, and I jerked my gaze back up. My face felt like it was on fire as my cheeks began to flush in embarrassment. Butterflies erupted in my stomach. My heart started beating a mile a minute. I hated feeling this inept.

​

He stepped closer to me again, and I thought my heart was going to pound out of my chest. Oh my god he's going to kiss me, I thought as he leaned in towards me. I wasn't sure how I felt about it, scared, excited, and then his lips were brushing mine. Warm, and gentle. Then the kiss intensified, and I found myself kissing him back.

​

Hot breath, warm moist tongues.

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Then growling.

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Growling?

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Where was it coming from? I had trouble focusing on the noise.

​

Eamon broke the kiss and looked down at the floor. It was the damned dog growling. At Eamon. "What the..."

​

"I'm sorry," he said, throwing his hands up in surrender. "I shouldn't have done that." He took a few steps back from me and I felt confusion wash over me. Shouldn't have kissed me? Why the hell not?

​

"I have to go," he said, interrupting my thoughts and all but running towards the door and yanking it open. "I'll, uh, see you later" Eamon said over his shoulder as he closed the door behind him.

​

I shot the Chihuahua with a furious look. "Way to ruin the moment." I walked into the living room dropping down onto the couch. "What the hell happened?" I asked no one in particular.

​

Unbidden Cade entered my mind. Just being near him set my body on fire and wanting - badly. But my mind warned that Mr. Redhot was fucking dangerous. He oozed bad boy. The kind that would break my heart into a million pieces.

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Yet, on the other hand, I'd had feelings for Eamon for years. His kiss had made my brain short circuit and my body yearning for more.  But then he rejected me. And I didn't know why. It fucking hurt.

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Goddamn men!