“You’re not getting that.” His bottom lip juts out in a pout. “Why not?” “I thought you wanted a Taz. That character from Looney Tunes.” I make a whirling motion with my finger and poke him once in the center of his chest. “Right there.” “Can I not have multiple tattoos?” I step into his space and let my finger drag down the buttons of his shirt. Flirting with Charlie is fun, and a solid distraction from the anxieties bubbling up in my chest. “Maybe if you’re a good boy, I’ll pick out something special for you.” He makes a low sound of interest and wraps his hand around my wandering finger.
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