Blaze: Men of Inked Heatwave #4 by Bliss Chelle

Author:Bliss, Chelle
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Bliss Ink LLC
Published: 2020-06-01T16:00:00+00:00

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Lily

Two Weeks Later

“Lily!” Jett yells from his bedroom as I run out the front door, doing my best to avoid him.

It’s been two weeks since the night. Fourteen days since I made out with Jett. From the moment it happened, I’ve done everything I can to steer clear of him, even going as far as sneaking out of the house before he wakes up.

I’m acting childish, but it’s the only way I can guard myself against the feelings swirling around in my head.

I know Jett. I’ve known him my entire life even if we’ve never been close friends. He’s never been a one-woman man, and no matter how much I’d like to think I’ll be the one to change him, I know it’s a lie.

My phone vibrates in my hand as I slide into the front seat of my car, staring out the windshield, making sure he’s not following me. I glance down at the screen, my eyes widening when I see the message is from him.

Jett: We need to talk.

I blink, breathing heavily, frozen for a second as I think of a reply. Turning on the ignition, I know the time to ignore Jett is coming to an end. Eventually, I’ll have to face him and what we’ve done, effectively altering our living arrangements.

Me: Late for work. We can talk later.

How can I honestly stay in the house with him, rolling back our relationship to where it was when we first moved in together? I was perfectly happy with the awkwardness we had, but no, I had to mess everything up by basically throwing myself at him.

Fucking Gigi.

I’ve let my cousins talk me into some dumb shit, but that was beyond compare. Not only did I get a taste of how good sex could be, I put my heart on the line for someone who is and always will be unavailable.

Jett: I’ll meet you for lunch.

My eyes widen, panic crawling up my spine. Lunch? I can’t meet him for lunch or any other meal, for that matter. My hand trembles as I type out a reply, heading off the catastrophe before it begins.

Me: No time. Fully booked. Maybe we’ll talk tonight if I don’t get home too late.

Jett: I’ll wait up. I’ll wait all night if I have to.

I groan, falling forward until my head hits the steering wheel. Why me? Tossing my phone onto the seat next to me, I back out of the drive and speed toward Inked, driving faster than my normal, old-lady pace.

The parking lot’s empty except for Gigi’s truck, always the first one to the shop, taking over the role from our parents.

“Hey, hooker,” she says between bites of a bagel as soon as I stalk through the front door.

I glare at her, throwing my purse down on a waiting room seat and plopping myself into the one next to it. “I hate you,” I mutter, ready to crawl out of my skin.

She slaps her hands together, forgoing a napkin. A shitty habit she’s picked up from Pike and certainly didn’t learn from her parents.

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