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David turned and retreated back
to the living room and I proceeded to get dressed. 
    I had
chosen a plain black tank top and my favorite pair of distressed dark blue
jeans.  At 5’10” and with a skinny frame, finding a pair of jeans that
accented my butt and were long enough was a difficult task.  When I found
these, I bought two other pairs just like them because they fit so well. 
I pulled on my black knee high, lace-up riding boots and walked back into my
bathroom to dry my hair.  I left my long blond locks hanging loose down my
back and applied some light mascara and lip gloss.  After spritzing on
some of my favorite perfume, I felt ready to go. 
    I
walked out into the living room to a low whistle coming from Alex.  I
ignored him and continued my quest into the kitchen to make a quick cup of
coffee before heading out.  As I stood there staring menacingly at the
slow brewing coffee machine, I felt a pair of muscular, tattooed arms wrap
around me.  Alex swept my hair aside and began kissing a line up the side
of my neck.
    “Where
to tonight, Paige?”  The low timbre of his voice caused goose bumps to
race up my arms and I reached behind me to pull him in closer. 
    “Tomb.
There’s a new band playing tonight and I’ve heard good things about them so I
thought I’d go check them out.”
    Alex
turned me around to face him.  He started planting feather light kisses
along my jaw line before looking into my eyes.  Alex’s silver eyes were
amazing.  When angered, his eyes almost appeared black, but when Alex was
in his normal good mood, his eyes sparkled and resembled a cloudy day with bits
of light peeking out from behind the waterlogged clouds.  I’ve spent
countless hours staring into those eyes, and although Alex and my libido were
on the friendliest of terms, I could never fall for him because my heart was
broken when I was way too young.  I never recovered.  I was not anxious
for the day when some lucky girl stole Alex’s heart and our arrangement would
have to be surrendered, but I wanted that for him more than anything. 
    Alex
had been working towards a business degree when we met.  After graduation,
he bought a failing tattoo parlor and turned it around within months.  He
works at the shop as both the owner and one of the artists, which was his
preference.  At first, he was aggravated that the paperwork and accounting
kept him busy and away from the artistic aspects of the job; but I eventually
convinced him to hire an accountant to free up his time.  Once Alex could
afford it, he hired a kick ass manager to run the shop and he only works part
time now when he feels like being creative.  Alex was the one who gave me
the dragonfly necklace tattoo on the back of my left shoulder.  I
described the necklace my parents had given to me on my sixth birthday and I
was shocked at how well he was able to replicate the delicate design.  If
I didn’t know it was ink that he used to create the artwork, I would have sworn
he implanted actual jewels into my skin and sewn spun silver over my shoulder
for the chain. The man had a gift and I was glad that he was able to turn that
into a means of support.    
    Alex
rested his chin on top of my head and hugged me closer.  His 6’3” stance
always made me feel small, which was nice.  I was always taller than my
friends and sometimes it just felt good to be tiny.  I felt Alex’s jaw
move as he spoke over my head.
    “Are
you looking for company or is this a solo mission tonight?”
    I
pulled away from him when I heard the coffee machine beep, indicating it was
finally ready.  Turning to reach for a cup, I spoke to Alex over my
shoulder. “David already asked to go with me tonight and I turned him
down.  He’d most likely be upset if I agreed to take you with me. 
Plus, I’m taking the bike and if I decide to have a drink, I would feel nervous
having you on the back of it when I come home.  It’s probably best you
hang here or