Page 64 of Exposed Ink

I wrap my legs around his torso, and because we’re both naked, he slides right in, both of us groaning in unison.

“A promise,” he says against my lips as he slides in and out of me. “Definitely a promise.”

* * *

“Is that your stomach grumbling?”

Shane rolls me onto my back and glances down at me with a frown while I blink several times, attempting to wake up.

“Well …” Before I can finish, my stomach grumbles again, and I giggle. “We never ate last night,” I point out.

“Jesus.” He frowns. “I’ve only been a boyfriend for like a day, and I’m already sucking at this.”

“Oh my God, stop,” I say with a laugh, pulling his face down to mine for a chaste kiss. “You do not suck. Besides, the amazing orgasms you gave me last night more than made up for you not feeding me.”

“It was good sex,” he agrees, peppering kisses along my jawline.

When my stomach growls loudly, we both laugh.

“That’s it,” he says. “Jump in the shower, and I’ll make us breakfast before you wither away.”

I roll onto my stomach, torn between wanting to remain in his comfy bed and getting out of it so I can eat.

“Now,” he demands, playfully smacking my ass.

“Fine.” I groan, crawling to the edge and rolling off. “But how about instead of cooking, you shower with me, and then we can go out?”

I waggle my brows, and Shane smirks. “I like the way you think.”

After our shower and the two orgasms he gave me while in there, we get dressed—me in my jeans from yesterday and a shirt of Shane’s he lent me since I hadn’t planned on spending the night and have no clothes—and then head out.

Since we’re both starved, we head to Sunny Side Up Café to get something to eat, agreeing to stop at my place afterward so I can change.

I usually work on Saturdays, but Scott canceled all my appointments until Tuesday when he realized he scheduled me on the anniversary of Brandon’s and Brenna’s deaths.

“I was thinking,” Shane begins, but before he can finish his thought, he’s caught off guard by the sound of my mom’s voice.

When we look over, we find her and my dad sitting at a booth.

“Kinsley,” Mom coos, standing and hugging me. “I’m so happy to see you. You look … radiant.”

In other words, she’s shocked and thrilled to see that I’m not drowning in the darkness. When she texted me yesterday, asking if I was okay, I told her I was at Shane’s so she wouldn’t worry. All I got back was a blushing emoji.

“I look like I haven’t changed my clothes since yesterday,” I mutter, making her laugh.

“Shane,” Dad says, sliding out of the booth and giving him a handshake. “It’s good to see you.”

“You too,” Shane says.

“What are you two up to today?” Mom asks.

“First, I need to feed this one,” Shane tells her with a laugh as he pulls me into his side and kisses my temple. “Apparently, we forgot to eat last night and …” At the insinuation of us being too busy to eat, Shane’s eyes go wide, and his face—what’s not hidden under his facial hair—heats up in an adorable shade of pink, making my mom giggle and my dad snort out a laugh.

“What I mean is …” he stammers.

“We’re hungry,” I finish.

“Why don’t you join us?” Mom suggests. “We only just sat down.”

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