Falling in Reverse (The Seasons Change)

by Julia Wolf

Gripping the back of his headrest, I pulled myself forward, placing my lips beside his ear. “Do you have any tattoos, Ronan?” His head tilted slightly, but he didn’t turn around to answer me. I didn’t miss the goose bumps that rose on the back of his neck, though. If I couldn’t rough him up, at least I could affect him. “I don’t.” “Have you ever thought of getting one?” “No, I haven’t.” “What do you think of tattoos?” “As a whole?” I bit my lip, amusement bubbling through my chest at our stilted exchange. “Sure.” “I think they look ridiculous on most people. They represent poor decisions and planning.” That was awfully judgmental. There had to be a story there, but I doubt he’d ever willingly let it spill. “Do you think that about mine?” He paused, and the driver glanced over at him, no doubt sensing the weight behind my question. Ronan took his time answering, and when he did, it was as maddening as his silence. “I don’t.” That was it. That long pause had earned me two words. One of these days, I was going to take a pair of scissors and chop off his tie. Then I was going to mess up his hair and make him smile without reservation. He was asking for it, behaving this way.