himself off. “I mean, I do, but
only a couple. I got them when I was young and stupid and I don’t plan on
getting anymore.”
“And they’re on your arms?”
“No. One is on my back and the
other one is on my chest,” he said, touching the place where each tattoo was.
“What’s the one on your chest?”
“I’d rather not say. It’s sort of
embarrassing. I’m actually in the process of having it removed.”
“Okay, how about the one on your back?” I
asked.
“It’s a Gemini.”
“A Gemini?” I snickered. “Is
that your star sign?” I was never much for astrology.
“No, I’m a Scorpio.”
“Then why do you have a Gemini tattoo?”
“Because I’m a twin.”
“You’re a twin? That’s cool.
What’s your brother’s name?”
“Sister. Her name is Kiera. She
lives in New York. And she has the same tattoo, in the same place.”
“Kieran and Kiera?”
“Yes, they’re very similar.” He
smiled and rolled his eyes. “It’s actually very annoying. If I ever
have twins I’m naming them something completely different.”
“That’s probably a good
idea.” I laughed, lifting the mug I was holding up to my mouth and taking
a sip. “Mmm. I’ve never had hot tea before, but this is really
good.”
“You’ve never had hot tea? You’re
not much of a tea drinker, then, are you?” he teased.
“No, I am. Just iced. And
very, very sweet. There’s this place downtown where I eat lunch that has
excellent sweet tea. It’s like drinking pure sugar. I’d buy a
gallon of it to take home if they sold it that way.”
We sat eating cookies and drinking our
drinks for a few minutes before I remembered what I had initially asked him
about. “So, if you’re not covering something up, what is it?”
“Hmm?” he asked, looking at me over his
coffee mug.
“The sleeves,” I prompted. “Are you
cold natured?”
“No, that’s not it. I was in a car accident
a few years ago, and my arm…” he trailed off, looking away from me. After
a few seconds he said quietly, “I just don’t like to look at it, or for other
people to see it.”
“Oh,” I said, immediately regretting that
I’d asked.
We sat in silence for a few moments more
before he spoke again. “So, seriously. Why did you think I had a
ton of tattoos? I mean, besides the sleeves.”
“I don’t know. I
guess—” I laughed, embarrassed. “I guess you just kind of
have this dangerous aura.”
“Dangerous aura?” he repeated, amused.
“That is…” He burst out with laughter. “I don’t even know.”
“Stop!” I said, but I was laughing
too. “You’re the one that wanted to know.”
“Is it my hair? Because I only wear
it like this because I look like an idiot with short hair. And I wear it
up most of the time anyway, because of my job.”
“No, not really. I think it’s just
the way you carry yourself, maybe.”
He laughed. “I’m not
dangerous. Far from it.”
“Yeah, I know that now.”
“So were you, like, afraid of me?” he
asked.
“No! I was never afraid of
you. I said I thought you had a dangerous aura, not that I thought you
were actually dangerous.” I was really digging myself in deep. The
conversation just kept getting worse.
“Oh, so you don’t mean like a scary
dangerous?”
“No.”
“You mean more like a hot kind of
dangerous?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.
I looked down at the floor. I could
feel my cheeks flaming.
“Wait, do you?” he asked. “I was joking,
but if you think I’m hot I’m not going to argue with you,” he teased.
I glanced up at him, wishing I could just
crawl under a rock somewhere. “I didn’t say that.”
“So, you don’t think I’m dangerously hot?”
I knew he was just messing with me, but
it didn’t lessen my embarrassment.
I sucked in a deep breath and looked back
down. “I didn’t say that.”
I expected him to comeback