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laughed.
    He shook his head and smiled widely.
    “So, what are the stories?” He asked, taking a bite of a small taco that was filled with beef, cilantro, tomatoes, onions and black beans.
    “What stories?” I asked, holding my hand in front of my mouth as the savored the delicious food.
    “Your tattoos.” He said.
    “Oh.” I looked down at my arms. “Well, the dragon was inspired by the Luck Dragon from The Neverending Story. It’s one of my favorite movies.”
    “Mine too, and The Labyrinth.”
    “I love that movie!” I cried before taking another bite.
    “I was wondering about the roses…” He said after finishing his second taco. “It’s gorgeous, lots of detail. They look three dimensional.”
    “Oh… thanks, well my dad got really sick when I was a little girl we were very close, he was my best friend… He passed away when I was twelve and the last thing he gave me were roses for my birthday.”
    “I’m sorry to hear that.”
    “Don’t be. He was in a lot of pain, and it was agonizing for us to watch him suffer. He’s in a better place now.” I smiled. I missed my father at times, but I knew he was always with me, and I’d accepted his passing a long time ago.
    He grinned, and I noticed a huge cilantro leaf that covered both of his front teeth. My eyes widened.
    “What?” He asked, sitting up straight, a concerned look coming over his features dramatically. “Do I have somefing in my teef?”
    I burst out laughing as he swept the leaf away with his tongue before taking another bite of the delicious food.
    ***
    Jesse offered to take me home, and on the way back to my apartment my phone was buzzing again.
    “Ian.” I said.
    “Chastity, where are you?” He asked. My anger flared anew.
    “Ian. I told you I was going to dinner with a friend.”
    “Well, how long? Why aren’t you back yet?”
    “We went all the way across town! Wait… how do you know I’m not…? Ian if you’re in my apartment , I swear to God!”
    “I am in your apartment. I’ve been here waiting for you for hours.” He admitted.
    “Get out of my apartment Ian. Go home.” I said and hung up on him again. I let out an exasperated growl and slammed my phone into my purse.
    “Want me to come up with you?” Jesse asked beside me.
    “You don’t have to, he’ll probably leave, and he’s harmless anyway.” I said, my eyes focused on the glow over the city.
    “He doesn’t sound like it. Don’t you think it’s weird he’s in your apartment?” He asked quietly.
    “Yes. He doesn’t have a key.” I waved my hand. “But really, he’s not crazy or anything.” I laughed, and Jesse turned up one corner of his mouth in a half smile.
    When we pulled up outside my building Jesse got out of the truck too, and walked around to follow me up the sidewalk. I didn’t bother telling him not to. I wanted him to come up, I wasn’t worried about Ian being here until we pulled up and a rental car was parked out front. I smiled gratefully at him, he walked with his hands in the pockets of his jeans, taking long strides and opening the door for me again. When I opened my door, I was surprised and relived to see my little apartment was empty. But the feeling was soon swept away when I heard running water in my bathroom. I walked to the door and pounded on it.
    “Ian?”
    “Yeah, I know. I’m leaving.” He said on the other side and then swung the door open. He looked at me briefly before his eyes slid over to Jesse. Fuck. I followed his gaze, and Jesse was smirking, leaning against the wall, one heel propped over the other. He looked like he needed a piece of grass hanging from his mouth.
    “How’s it going man?” Jesse asked.
    “Jesse James. Is this who took you out to dinner?” He turned his gaze down to me, anger danced in his eyes wildly.
    “Yes.” I said, lifting my chin and folding my arms over my breasts. “We worked late, and I was hungry, Jesse offered to take me out.”
    “I see.” His rich voice sent