Tattoo Discoveries And 'Real' Confessions; Wednesdays In The Arms Of A Lover
Day 164 of The Andie Chronicles
Entwined in the covers, I didn’t care it was nearly three in the afternoon. This had been the perfect day, and leaving his bed would only sour my memory of it.
Tucked under Cooper’s arm, my head resting on his chest, I could finally study the inkings scattered across his chest. They were only visible once he took his shirt off; perfect for in the ring but unnoticeable during the everyday frolics.
I traced the outlines of a long-haired skull leading to a winged angel dressed in what I assumed was a robe made of snakes. There was something bloodcurdling, unnerving about them, yet oddly beautiful.
No doubt, each one of them had a story, something I would ask him once I could keep my hands off him.
“Do you think the neighbours expect us to leave my apartment today?”
“I rarely indulge in the expectations of complete strangers. Besides, if they saw my face, they would know who to attribute to the fact they didn’t get any sleep last night.”
Cooper pulled in closer to him, his body now lying beside mine like a perfectly fitted jigsaw puzzle piece.
“Let them whinge all they want, they’re just jealous of me.”
I felt the heat rise in my cheeks. “Do you really believe that? Or is it something you say?”
I wouldn’t begrudge him for using a corny line on me, but I was already in his bed, naked, wrapped around his body, and had been for eighteen hours. The time for lines was now over.
“I don’t say these things to women. To anyone.”
“Really? How does a successful, hunky beefcake like you avoid women pounding down your door?” Especially one who could bench press their weight three times over.
“The wrestling world is a weird one. You’re always travelling. There are always women throwing themselves at you. When there is this much availability, it loses its allure. You begin searching for something…” He paused and thought for the right word.
“Real?” I interjected.
“Yeah, real.”
“How did you know I was real?” Part of me didn’t want to ask that question, the other part was dying to know. If Cooper was making an exception for me, why me?
Every girl wants to know why me, by the way. They want to know why the man chooses them over all the other women in the whole wide world. They want to know so they can feel the sincerity, some form of fidelity, even for one night.
“Because you were lost.” Lost? “I saw you walk into the meet and greet, and you didn’t know what you were walking into. You had no expectations of me, no theory about what you could do with me.”
“Do with you? What do the women do to you?”
“Take my money. Photograph me and put my indecent photos online. Claim I fathered their child when I didn’t. Stuff like that.”
“Oh, Cooper. That’s awful.”
Fuck I hate women sometimes.
You’re reading The Andie Chronicles, the 2023 romance-fiction series from the 1 Lovelock Drive (1LD) universe.
By the way, this all started when Andie turned thirty-five, and her then-boyfriend didn’t call her.
Or the day after that.
Or the day after that, too.
Everything started to unravel when her BFFs got into bed with her ex, too… ⬇️ ⬇️ ⬇️
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