“So you worked it out?”
“Eventually. When Connor got mad, he was stubborn and impossible to reason with. I knew he’d call when he was ready.”
“How long did that take?”
“A month.” It had seemed like forever then; now it was just a scene in a life I felt completely disconnected from. I’d put all my energy and focus into my studies and my friends during that time, determined not to fixate on Connor’s silence. It hadn’t worked all that well.
“And then you got back together?” Hayden asked.
“No. It was another month before that happened.”
“I’d go fucking mental without you for that long.”
I thought of those weeks without Hayden while I was in Arden Hills. It had been indescribably painful. The month without Connor had been hard, but I was used to the distance since he’d been at Cornell the entire time we were dating. His anger and my fear had been the hardest part to deal with.
“I thought we’d work things out when we were both ready. I was so naïve. It never occurred to me he was sleeping with everything with a pulse during that time.”
Hayden looked appalled. “That’s what he told you?”
“No. Trey did.”
Hayden turned off the tattoo machine and set it down on the tray. His gloves came off next.
“You don’t have to stop.”
Even I could hear the waver in my voice. I didn’t want to cry over this, but the uncertainties I’d been holding on to made it hard to keep back the tears.
“Tenley, you can’t believe anything that asshole says.”
“He could be right, though. Even when Connor finally called, it wasn’t the same between us. He was so worried I was going to taint myself by sleeping around. I couldn’t figure out why he was so paranoid about it, but it makes sense if he was doing exactly that.”
“That’s just speculation. Fears fed by the bullshit Trey spews to keep you under his thumb.”
“Maybe.” I could never be sure, though. “I was still on the fence about getting back together until Connor showed up at my convocation. Afterward, he took me away for the weekend and proposed. Everything happened so fast from there. We planned the wedding in less than six months.”
“Which is another reason you have to question whether what Trey said happened. Why would he propose if he wanted to run around and bang skanks?”
“To stake a claim?”
Hayden sighed and pulled me into a sitting position. Despite my state of undress his eyes stayed on mine. “Don’t do this to yourself. I know how easy it is to spin worst-case scenarios.”
“I’ll never know the truth,” I whispered.
“Did it ever occur to you that Trey might have planted those condoms? It’s definitely something he’d do.”
“It’s possible,” I said hesitantly. “But what if what Trey said is true, and all that time I was living a lie? I keep thinking that if things had been different, maybe my family would be alive. I still would have come to Chicago for my master’s. Maybe I would have met you anyway.”
“There are a million possibilities. You could let them consume you for the rest of your life. It’s what I’ve been doing for the past seven years, and it hasn’t done me any good. You have to let it go, Tenley.”
“I don’t know how.”
He cupped my cheek in his palm. His sad understanding touched that place inside my heart reserved for him alone. “I know it’s not easy. But we can’t resurrect the dead to find out the truth.”
Hayden was right. Knowing wouldn’t change the past. Letting go was the only way.
And I didn’t need the answers because the person I loved and wanted was sitting right in front of me. Hayden was my present and my future.
The next morning I stood in front of the bathroom mirror with my robe hanging off my shoulders, peering at my freshly cleaned tattoo.
“You’re going to get a neck crick if you keep that up.” Hayden stepped beside me with a towel slung low around his hips. Water beaded on his chest from the shower, and his hair was slicked back from his forehead. When it wasn’t hanging in his eyes, he looked like a ’50s icon.
“I can’t help it. It’s beautiful.” The addition of color to the top of the wings was incredible. Even though the tattoo was still a little red around the edges, the parts that had been shaded were vividly three-dimensional now.
He kissed my shoulder, right beside the tip of the wing. “I’m glad you like it.”
“I love it. I can’t wait to get back in your chair for another session.”
“Me, neither.” He nipped at the spot his lips had been, then stepped away.
Unlike with some of our previous sessions, I hadn’t broken down after yesterday’s. The tattoo was no longer about punishment for mistakes. Instead, our time in the shop had helped heal some of the wounds I’d created by going to Arden Hills. The intimacy of it made me feel closer to him. We both needed the connection, especially after the past couple of days.
Hayden was anxious today about the storage unit, and I was nervous for him. I wanted him to find what he was looking for, so he could get the answers he needed. He’d been too preoccupied to sleep well last night. I’d woken several times to find him wrapped around me, his hand splayed out on my sternum.
He opened the medicine cabinet and got out his shaving kit. First came the straight-blade razor, next the little bowl and the brush he used to work the shaving lotion into a lather. I pulled my robe over my shoulders, the lavender satin rough against the fresh ink. I knotted it at the waist and hopped up on the counter, crossing my legs. I found watching Hayden shave undeniably sexy, particularly since he used such an old-school method.
“Don’t you have an electric razor? Wouldn’t it be easier?” I’d seen the kit under the counter when I once went in search of cleaning supplies.
Hayden looked at me as if I had two heads. “That’s for cutting my hair, not shaving my face. Your sensitive skin would be chafed to hell otherwise.”
“So this is for my benefit.” I gestured to the collection of items on the counter.
“I would consider it mutually beneficial.” He leaned over the sink, his hair falling in his face as he splashed with water. He ran his wet hands through his hair to keep it off his forehead, but it had gotten so long it had become a constant battle he couldn’t win.
“Speaking of haircuts, how handy are you with a pair of scissors?” he asked.
“Okay, I guess. I used to trim my dad’s hair pretty regularly.”
“Yeah?”
“He had a military cut. It wasn’t like it was a challenge.” Switching out a number four for the fade-out was easy.
“Usually I get Lisa to do it, but there hasn’t been time lately. You want to give mine a go?”
“What if I mess it up?”
“Then I shave my head. It’ll grow back.”
“I don’t know.” I loved his hair. I would feel awful if he ended up having to sheer it off.
He leaned against the counter, twirling the scissors around his finger. “If we find something in the storage unit, I’ll want to take it in to the cops.” He glanced up at me, transparent in his anxiety. “I don’t want to go to the precinct looking like this. I’ve already acted like an asshole there. I don’t need any more cards stacked against me.”
“Is this about Officer Cross?”
“No. Miller made the suggestion. She’s right. It would be easier if I looked less . . . like me.”
“I love the way you look.” It made me resistant to the change, even though it was only physical.
“Yeah, but you’re not a judgmental cop, are you?”
I could see his point. Hayden projected danger and menace; it kept most people out. I was among the privileged few who truly knew him.
“Let me see what I can do. I can’t re-create what you had when I first met you,” I said as he dropped down onto the edge of the tub.
“That’s fine. I just want to look normal.” He pa
ssed me the scissors.
“I’ll try my best.” I pushed his hair back from his face. “But just so we’re clear, how you look won’t change the way I feel about you.”
I kissed him and got to work.
It didn’t turn out too bad in the end; I left enough length at the top that Lisa could fix it at a later date. I ran my fingers through the short hair at his nape.
“This is good.” He turned his head to check out the sides.
“The facial piercings are the only things that keep you from looking too refined,” I joked.
“About those . . .”
I should have expected what was coming, but I didn’t. Or maybe I just didn’t want to. Why go to all the trouble to cut his hair and then leave in the most obvious signs of difference?
“What are you taking out?” I skimmed the rings in his lip with my fingertips.
“Those for starters, and the eyebrow piercing.”
“Now?”
“I might as well.”
“Will you put them back in?”
“I’m not sure there’s a point. I’m going to have to lose the metal in my face eventually. I don’t want to be one of those forty-year-old douche bags who’s still holding on to their twenties.”
“What about the industrial?” I touched the shell of his ear.
He smiled. “Everything in the ears can stay.”
“And you won’t take out anything below the neck?” I ran my hand down his chest.
“Definitely not.”
I breathed a sigh of relief. “Okay. The facial piercings can go.”
“I wasn’t aware I was asking permission,” he teased.
“I thought you might feel less conflicted if I gave it to you anyway.”
Hayden’s lip quirked up. I cupped the back of his neck and drew him down, going for the viper bites. I remembered the feel of that hard, warm steel biting into my lip the first time we kissed. It had been so alien, so alluring.
His arm wound around my waist, pulling me closer, seeking connection or maybe a distraction.
I took advantage of his neediness, which echoed my own, and parted my lips. He responded immediately, his tongue entering my mouth, his other hand tangling in my wet hair. He made a low, impatient sound as he picked me up and deposited me on the counter. His hands went to my thighs, pushing them apart so he could get between them. I had nothing on under the robe. He was still covered with a towel from the waist down.
“Fuck. I shouldn’t be looking to get inside you again so soon.” He gripped the edge of the counter.
Aside from our time at Cassie’s and the tattoo session yesterday, we’d spent an unprecedented amount of time naked over the past several days, christening all manner of locations in his condo. The opportunities for escapism had been endless.
“It’s okay.” I ran my palm down his back, feeling his muscles flex. “You can have me as often as you want.”
He rested his forehead against mine, shoulders rising and falling with his labored breath. “It’s not just about wanting you. It’s this fucking need. No matter what I do, how close I get, it’s like I’m consumed by it.”
“I know how you feel.” I wanted him with the same urgency. I never felt sated. Still starving for his affection; nothing but him would make the ache or the craving go away.
“I don’t know that you do. This feeling”—he swallowed hard—“it terrifies the fuck out of me. And there’s all this other shit happening and I can’t deal with it, and all I want is for you to be mine.”
“I am yours,” I said, his distress heartbreaking.
“Not all of you.” His lips brushed over mine. “Not the part that counts.”
That was it. The emotion I’d been too afraid to express was the problem. The infinite desire was a product of unspoken words. I couldn’t get what I needed from him when I was holding back what he needed from me. It was becoming torturous for both of us.
The towel around his waist dropped to the floor. He freed the tie on my robe, the sides parted, and Hayden pushed it over my shoulders. Then he pulled me forward until I was at the edge of the counter. I hooked a palm around his neck and wrapped my legs around his waist to keep my balance. His eyes were fixed over my shoulder. One hand smoothed up my spine, stopping just shy of the fresh ink.
“I want to be in you everywhere,” he whispered.
“Hayden—”
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t be pushing. I should stop.”
For so long, I had felt such vast emptiness. Until him. This was what love felt like—this unyielding, overwhelming need for someone that wiped out everything else.
“Hayden, look at me.” He needed the one thing I could give him unconditionally, now more than ever. “You have all of me. I am only yours.”
He shook his head. “No, I don’t. But I’ll deal with it.”
I knew he was referring to my heart. But he’d had it all along.
“I love you, Hayden.”
28
HAYDEN
I blinked, not sure if I imagined it or not. “I’m sorry. What?” Clearly, I was losing my mind. Considering how underslept I was and freaked out about going to the storage unit, it wasn’t unrealistic to come to that conclusion.
“I’m in love with you,” she said again.
“Are you sure?”
“Very sure.” Her hands were on my face, her touch soft, soothing.
If there was anyone who could say anything to me that would get me through this fucked-up morning, Tenley was the person and those were the words. “Really?”
Her knuckles drifted from my temple to my chin. Then she followed the path with her lips until she reached my mouth. “I love you.”
All the pent-up, festering emotion exploded out of me. “I love you so fucking much.” I kissed her hard. “That night you left? That was when I knew. It wasn’t until you were gone that I realized how much I needed you, and after you came back I wasn’t sure if I could tell you, but it’s been killing me not to say it. Shit. I’m ruining this. Why can’t I shut the fuck up?”
Tenley’s hands smoothed over my shoulders, down my arms, and back up. It distracted me from my ranting, which was a fucking embarrassment in the wake of such a declaration.
“I love you,” she whispered, taking my bottom lip between her teeth.
Then she shifted and everything lined up, my cock sliding lower against her.
“We should do this in the bed,” I said.
“Right here is perfectly fine.”
She hooked her ankles around my waist, securing our position. It made arguing difficult. I tried anyway. “The bed seems more appropriate, don’t you think?”
“Fuck appropriate.” Her legs tightened and the piercing breeched the threshold.
“I really do love you. You know that?” It came out more groan than words.
“I know.” Tenley pulled her hair over one shoulder, exposing that glorious fresh ink in the mirror. “Now show me.”
The desperate need leached out of me, replaced by a different desire. I’d fantasized about this exact position, being inside her, having a perfect view of both my art on her body and her face. As much as I would have liked the soft comfort of my bed, the view was incredible.
What started out hot and frantic turned into something much better. It was a controlled glide and retreat, our lips brushing with every gentle thrust. The pad of her thumb swept over my eyebrow, then over my viper bites. She followed with her mouth.
“I can always put them back in if you want me to,” I said.
“I’ll love you just as much with or without them.”
It was exactly what I needed to hear.
Tenley held my gaze as she came, and I could see the truth in the words she’d uttered reflected there. It was the closest I’d ever been to her. I never wanted to lose that feeling.
After my second shower, Tenley finally convinced me to get dressed. I was reluctant to wreck the fantastic start to my day by going to the storage facility;
staying naked was a preferable option. But I’d postponed it long enough.
I put on a pair of dress pants while Tenley picked out a shirt and tie. She hung them in the bathroom while I shaved, since I’d gotten waylaid from the task earlier. Next came the steel removal.
“You’re not taking out the one in your tongue, are you?” Tenley asked as she sat on the bathroom counter to watch.
“And miss out on the sounds you make when I go down on you? Fuck, no.”
She flushed and smiled. “Good.”
I removed the eyebrow ring, but I needed a pair of pliers and Tenley’s help to take out the viper bites. I sat on the edge of the tub while Tenley carefully loosened the tiny, silver balls from each ring. She threaded the hoops through my lip and dropped them into my palm. I poked at the spot; the absence of steel felt odd.
She leaned down and kissed the place where the bites used to be. “You’re gorgeous no matter what, Hayden.”
I laughed to hide my discomfort. It was definitely one of the things I worried about. Part of the reason Tenley had been attracted to me was because of my otherness. Take away some of the steel and I looked just like everyone else, aside from the ink.
Tenley passed me my shirt and waited until my arms were through the sleeves before she started fastening the buttons. When she was done, she knotted my tie and took a step back. “Check yourself out.”
I went over to the bathroom mirror, nervous I would end up looking like a douche. The haircut and the lack of facial piercings made the change pretty fucking extreme. Aside from the industrial and the antihelix rings, no one would know about my predilections. They were hidden under clothes and a guise of normalcy.
“You’re still the same person,” Tenley said, her arm coming around my waist, her cheek resting against my biceps. “The way you look doesn’t have an impact on who you are.”
Tenley drove to the storage facility because I was too antsy. It had been a couple of years since I’d been out here, and longer since I’d been inside. It was exactly as I remembered it—creepy as fuck. The location reminded me of the layout for horror-movie gore scenes: rows upon rows of garage-type bays with numbers identifying each one.
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