Inked in Lies (The Fallen Men, #5)

by Giana Darling

He planted flowers all over my body, inside the cage of my ribs, in the fertile soil of my heart, yet he never noticed how they bloomed just for him.

“Give me a shot. Let me make up for all the times I shoulda kissed you and didn’t.” I blinked against the urge to swoon hard and nodded. “Yeah, okay.”

“Oh, yeah. But hey, I gotta heart too. Thought I’d check in and make sure you haven’t got herpes or some shit keepin’ ya benched.” “Jesus fuck, Boner, I don’t have goddamn herpes.” I rolled my eyes and chuckled ’cause he was a bonehead, but he was always good for a laugh. “Good.”