Page 86 of Happy Hour

Jameson smiled once and looked away, panic evident in his features.

“How did he get it worse? Emma asked jumping on Jameson. “What does his say?”

“Get off me,” Jameson grumbled running into the bathroom slamming the door behind him.

All of us looked towards Spencer for an answer but he shook his head. “I’m not saying, after the morning he had...hecan tell you what they say.”

“What do meanthey?” I asked curiously.

“Like I said,they, now ask him.” Spencer turned towards his masterpiece on the wall. “Goddamn, that’s talent.” He nodded pleased with himself and his art ability.

I heard the shower running so I decided to sneak in the bathroom to find out for myself what his tattoos said.

“Jameson?” I asked inching the door open hesitantly.

“Yeah,” his voice muffled from the spraying water. Steam drifted in loops around me when the door closed.

“Can I come in?”

“Sure.”

Making sure it was locked, I asked, “Are you okay?” as I leaned against the counter.

“I’m fine.” Without seeing his expression, I knew by the tone, he was rolling his eyes. “Get in here with me.”

“I already took a shower.”

“Sway, I wasn’t asking.” He sighed. “Get in here.”

Of course, the pit lizard in me started striping away her clothes and stepped inside the glass shower—no need to ask twice.

Jameson was a sight to see with no clothes on and soapy water running off him everywhere.

He smirked, his own eyes wandering. When our eyes finally met, he winked. “Come here, honey.”

Stepping forward, he wrapped his arms tightly around my waist pulling me against his chest.

After a few moments, my curiosity got the best of me. I had to know what those tattoos said. “Jameson?”

“Yeah,” I watched as the water ran down his stomach.

“What does your tattoo say?”

“Which one?” he chuckled a nervous chuckle.

“All of them.” Pulling back, I snuck a glance up at him.

His nose scrunched. “Well, one doesn’t say anything but strangely resembles these beautiful lips.” He placed two fingers to my lips.

“I already know about that one.”

He nodded. “All right, well the other ones...let’s see...” he pulled away from me, stood there and then looked down to the promise land. “That one,” he pointed to his right hipbone not more than two inches above his camshaft. “says: Sway’s property. And this one,” he pointed to his left hipbone in the same position. “says: Hands off. And this one,” he turned around and pointed to his ass where my lips were. “says: I told you hands off. I bite.” his eyes dropped. “I think that’s all of them...that I can see.”

The one on his ass was the funniest because the letters were placed right above the lips.

I started giggling. “What have we done?”

“Obviously, we weren’t thinking last night.”

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