As she stared into his weary face, it hit her in a rush. She didn't care what had happened that night. Right or wrong, good or bad, she wanted to believe in him.
How had that happened? He was a player. A bad boy to the core. But he's never lied to you. Why would he start now?
"I don't need to know." She gave his hand a squeeze and say back, suddenly feeling freer than she'd ever felt before. "It doesn't matter."
His jaw clenched as he turned away, looking like she'd slapped him. "I understand. I just...I had to try." His throat worked as he pushed himself to his feet. "If you ever change your mind--"
Her eyes widened and she shot to her feet and closed the distance between them.
"Change my mind? You've got me all wrong, Mikey. I don't want to know because you’ve never hurt me before. If you say there’s nothing between you and Ashley, I believe you. And, if you want to be with me, I would do everything in my power to never let you down or hurt you again."
She wondered if he could hear the wild beat of her heart because she was almost deaf with it.
"What do you say, Mike? Can we give this another try and see if we can learn to trust together?"
He let out a growl and yanked her toward him. Tears sprang to her eyes, and this time, she let them fall freely.
"Hell, yes." He slanted his mouth over hers, kissing her with all the pent up need of the past days. They stayed glued together for another minute, before he reluctantly pulled away.
"I'm glad you decided to forgive me," he murmured, with a half smile. "It will make this part whole lot less awkward. I, uh, got myself a little Christmas present.”
He lifted up his shirt and there, emblazoned across his chest, was some fresh ink.
She dipped her head closer first, to see the tattoo she’d seen the night they spent together. Just a simple word on his rib cage, beneath his heart.
Honey.
And now, above it, right over his heart, the face of a gorgeous calico feline, with sapphire-colored eyes.
It took a second, but when it sunk in, the tears turned to sobbing peals of laughter and joy.
"Oh my god! Big, tough, Michael Blade. With a kitty tattoo."
A thousand watt grin lit up his face as he dragged her closer.
“Damn straight. Because you’re a part of me, Kitty. And I’m not letting go.”
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