I don’t know why I was being bashful like that. Clay’s seen me naked twice. So what was the big deal now? Maybe it’s because he touched the tattoo. I shouldn’t be so weird about it. Of course, he’d be interested in the tattoo. Tattoos typically have a meaning to a person, and mine is no different. I still feel like we aren’t close enough to tell him the purpose of my tattoo.
Besides, this isn’t the time or place to talk about sad things. Maybe someday, if things go in a serious direction between us, I’ll tell Clay about my tattoo and why I have it. But I’m not banking on that since Clay doesn’t seem like a guy who wants a relationship.
He let me stay in his room last night. Because he wanted to get laid, duh, but he’s offered to let Tinkerbell remain with his dog sitter, which implies he’s letting me stay here longer. But that might only be because of the whole Trevor thing. He had issues with Trevor long before meeting me.
“Stop overthinking, Xenia.” I scolded myself as I pulled o
