Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 136029 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 680(@200wpm)___ 544(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 136029 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 680(@200wpm)___ 544(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
He noticeable shivers.
“I’m taking your temp.” I head to the door. Away from him.
“Where are you going?”
“Luna’s room. I left my med bag there.”
Maximoff scrambles to get off the bed. “Wait, why the fuck is it in Luna’s room?”
I realize he’s about to follow me, so I grab the baby monitor on our way out and a pack of gum. “Patient-Doctor confidentiality, wolf scout.”
Worry crests his eyes.
I give him a look and slip a piece of gum in my mouth. “Just ask her yourself.”
“Never thought of that.” His sarcasm is thick.
“That’s why I’m here.” I smile wider and I push my tongue against the inside of my mouth.
He looks very agitated, somewhat hot and bothered, and ten times less concerned. Mission achieved.
Since I’m fucking with him, Maximoff knows that Luna’s “malady” must not be a big deal. Or else I’d act more serious.
She thought she was stung by a yellow jacket. See, she went to one of Sulli’s sport climbs out in the middle of fuck-knows-where.
But it wasn’t a yellow jacket sting. It was a scorpion. Not life-threatening, and it wasn’t severe. Just mild swelling, which has already subsided.
Maximoff knocks on her bedroom door.
“Hey, Luna,” I call. “I left my med kit in there.”
“You can come in!”
Maximoff opens the door, and glaring fluorescent light pierces my eyes. A harsh spotlight shines down on a foldout table. Where Luna lies sideways in only a white tee and green thong. She’s careful not to move.
Donnelly glances up at me, a tattoo gun in his black-gloved hand.
My first thought is, Maximoff.
Cheekbones sharp, his forest-greens are fixed on the sparkling fabrics hanging from the ceiling. Avoiding looking at his partially naked sister. “Luna.”
“Sorry, Moffy! I didn’t know you were with Farrow.”
I kick the door shut behind me.
Maximoff lowers his daggered gaze on Donnelly. “You have my sister in a thong on a table in her bedroom—”
“Moffy!” Luna interjects, face bright red.
Donnelly lifts the tattoo gun higher. “It’s for a tattoo, man.”
“No shit,” I say casually as I cross the room and inspect the design.
He was in the middle of an extremely intricate galaxy tattoo that begins at her hip and cascades down the side of her ass, thigh, and stops above her knee. “Shit, this line work is insane.” His main tattoo style consists of bolder outlines. But these are perfectly straight and curved ballpoint-pen fine-lines.
He smirks. “You’re not the only one with good hands.”
“What the fuck, Donnelly?” Maximoff pins his glare everywhere but at his sister. “My dad lives here. He eats, sleeps, and breathes in this fucking house.”
Luna groans, hands over her eyes.
“Yeah, I know.” Donnelly glances from Luna to my fiancé.
Maximoff is looking at me like I’m not registering the enormity of the situation. I am, but I’m not as hotheaded as him. Not unless he’s on the chopping block, then I’m easier to set off.
“Could be worse, wolf scout.” I grab my med bag off a star-painted trunk.
“How?”
“We could’ve walked in on them doing other shit together.”
“Noooo,” Luna says slowly. “Me and Donnelly—that was a one-time experiment.”
Donnelly elbows his slipping reading glasses up his face. I chew my gum and try to decipher his feelings, but it’s hard. He’s not really a heart-on-the-sleeve type of guy when it comes to girls.
Unpopular opinion time: I don’t hate them together.
But this is also way too fucking complicated. Which is why Maximoff is a six-foot-two G.I. Joe.
“Dad’s going to see this tattoo,” Maximoff tells his sister, his voice firm, “and he’ll know Donnelly inked it and saw you half-naked.”
“I can do what I want with my body,” Luna tells him. “Mom already said she’d calm Dad down if I got another tattoo.”
Med bag strapped on my shoulder, I come back to the door where Maximoff stands rigid, and he asks me, “How big is the tattoo?”
I’m not lying to him. “It’s a leg piece.”
His brows bunch in confusion.
I smile. So pure. “It starts here.” I touch the side of his hip. “And goes here.” I drag my hand down the side of his ass, crouching as I descend his thigh and stop above his knee.
He fights between his affection for me, and my hands, and the overprotective big brother mode he’s in.
“Great,” Maximoff says.
I stand back up as Luna speaks. “I’ve been planning this tattoo for a long time. Donnelly worked on the sketch for weeks.”
I raise my brows at Donnelly.
He tells me, “She wanted fine-line black and white so she could color it in with marker whenever.” He widens his eyes at me, and I read that look.
He’s basically tattooing the outline for a permanent coloring book. It can help with anxiety.
Now it makes sense why Donnelly would risk tattooing her again when Lo went ape-shit the last time he found out.
“Okay, but Maximoff isn’t wrong. Her dad is going to kill you.” Donnelly is going to get himself into so much trouble, and if Oscar or I can’t bail him out, then he’s fucked.