“Okay. Well, I’ve always wanted to get a tattoo.” My eyes flare. Not what I expected, but I can work with that. “What did you have in mind?” Her gaze flicks down to my legs. I’m wearing jeans today, but I might as well be naked with the searing intensity of her eyes right over where my thigh tattoo rests. “A butterfly,” she blurts out before shaking her head rapidly and covering her face with her hands. “No, wait. Sorry, I actually don’t know.”
