He nodded, walking away.
I stood there for a moment, breathing in and out, fuming. He was a stranger. He meant nothing to me. So why was I feeling so pissed off over that one small kiss? Like I could barely think straight I was so mad at him over it. Maybe because he started it and then he immediately took it away.
“Damn him,” I whispered. I went back down the hall to the transfer machine. I needed to copy the design I’d just drawn onto transfer paper. So I did that. Then I returned to my station. The guy was still there. For a moment, I’d been thinking he might have left. He hadn’t left though; he was lying on my chair on his stomach with his pants half pulled down like before. He had his head buried in his arms, and he didn’t look up as I came closer and sat down next to his side.
I got to work. I used alcohol to rub away the old design then I transferred the new design onto his skin. I was forced to speak to him again, only for a moment, as I asked him if the placement of his tattoo was right.
“It’s good,” he mumbled.
Seemed like we were both mad at each other over that kiss. Not long after that Finn returned. The thing with Finn was this. When I first started working here, we’d sort of dated. Our short relationship had consisted of one very boring dinner. Followed by one awkward as hell hookup, in the very chair this guy was now laying in actually, where we bumped heads a lot and the fluorescent lights killed the mood before we could even get to the good stuff. After that we gave up on trying to date and both decided we were only ever meant to be friends. We’d been good friends since. We even had this understanding between us, an act we would sometimes play, whenever one of us felt uncomfortable with a customer.
“Going okay?” Finn asked, stepping into my station to check on me. I could smell the onion and garlic from the pizza he must have just eaten on him.
“Fine, babe.”
“Love you,” he said to me. He grabbed an extra chair from the corner and plopped it straight down next to my chair.
“Love you too,” I muttered in return.
That was it. That was our code with one another. The guy on the table—he didn’t even so much as flinch over my fake ‘I love you’ exchange with Finn. He continued laying perfectly still.
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NEVER TRUST Series
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Sarah Darlington was born in Colorado and grew up all over the United States. These days, she calls Virginia home, where she lives with her husband, two kids, and an impossibly large dog. The best word to describe Sarah is ‘creative.’ She’s passionate about designing, crafting, and photography. But most of all... she loves creating stories through her writing.
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NEVER LEAVE A ROCKSTAR Playlist
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You’re The One That I Want | Lo-Fang
Homesick | Dua Lipa
Someone You Loved | Lewis Capaldi
Girl Like You | Jason Aldean
Wicked Game | Chris Isaak
Sugar | Maroon 5
One Thing Right | Marshmello, Kane Brown
Time | NF