“At the time it seemed like a great idea, but now that I was sitting in my car down the street from the tattoo shop in my neon pink boy shorts and sports bra, I felt like a slightly arrogant slut. I was better than this. Much better. I convinced myself it was alright to stop by because I had been at the YMCA, and the gym was in the neighborhood. In my way of thinking, it was alright to stop and pick up my shirt from Blake; in fact, it just made good sense to do it while I was in the ...neighborhood. Realistically, I could have easily picked it up when I came in four hours later for him to do my tattoo. As I fought with myself regarding what I should do, a figure in the distance caught my attention. Blake stood outside the tattoo shop, leaning against the wall smoking a cigarette. Shit. If I drove away, I’d have to drive past him, and would risk him seeing me and wondering why I was doing a drive by.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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