Page 21 of Take My Love

“Hey, don’t forget to see my dad and fill out paperwork so you get paid,” Warren reminds me.

“Will do.” Assuming Posey doesn’t fire me in a few days.

“And if she ends up kickin’ you out, you can always come back.” Maisie smirks.

As I drive to Posey’s cabin, it hits me how I’ve barely processed how much has changed in the past four days and how much has changed in such a short matter of time. Aundrea was my longest relationship, and I thought we’d be together forever.

Now I’m pulling back the blinders and realizing I was more dedicated to our relationship than she could ever be.

I enter Posey’s house, hauling in my suitcases, then set them by the door. Since I don’t know her rules on shoes in the house, I take mine off and place them next to my bags.

“Posey?” I call out, walking through the living room.

The house is quiet and eerie with no lights on. Her car’s parked in front, so she’s here somewhere.

“Hello?” I say louder. “Posey?”

“Yeah?” She continues talking, but I can’t make out the words.

I follow her voice to a door and open it so I can hear her.

Posey whips around, clutching a towel tight against her chest. “Ever heard of knockin’?”

“Shit, sorry.” I smirk. “Though, nothin’ I haven’t seen before.”

“Silas!” Her face goes red.

“You’re all covered up. Except…” I arch my neck. “What’s that?” I point toward the back of her thigh where a tattoo peeks out from underneath the fabric.

“None of your business.” She attempts to hide it but I already saw the ink.

“C’mon, let me see. You saw mine.”

She crosses her arms, tightening her hold. “All of yours?”

“No.”

“Show me.”

“Show me yours first.”

Her lips twitch as if she wants to argue but then huffs and turns away. Looking over her shoulder, she carefully pulls up the towel. My eyes widen in shock at the compass design surrounded by flowers that starts on her left mid-thigh and continues up her ass cheek. I’m immediately jealous of the person who gave it to her.

“We have the same tattoo!” My jaw drops, amused. “It’s gorgeous on you.”

“No! You stole my idea!” She quickly spins back, hiding it from me. But I already engraved it to memory.

“I wasn’t aware you were the only one allowed to get a compass tat.”

She waves her finger, ignoring my comment. “Now show me your other one.”

Lowering my sweatpants to my knees, I lift my boxer briefs and reveal the floral design on my right upper thigh. “It’s nothin’ special. I was bored.”

“You really like flowers,” she says, staring at it. “Didn’t peg you as the slutty thigh tattoo kinda guy.”

I pull my pants back up and straighten them over my waist. “Slutty thigh tattoo?”

She points toward it. “That’s what that is.”