Chapter 38 She Marched

• She marched to the bed and climbed under the covers. As she stared at the ceiling, images of Storm, so hot and sexy in a tank top, tattoos along his arms and across his chest taunted her. She tugged down her camisole and gazed at her bluebird tattoo, then ran her finger along the outline, wishing it was Storm touching it like this.
• Damn, she didn’t even know if she still had a relationship with Storm. After she’d rejected his wishes, he’d probably written her off completely. He’d made no attempt to call her to say good-bye, and that had hurt. But then, she hadn’t called him either. She glanced at the phone, tempted to pick it up and call him. To get a handle on where they stood. If she still had a chance with him.
• But she’d known from the beginning that it wouldn’t last. The very first time they’d been together, he’d told her he wanted a no-strings relationship. And why wouldn’t he? The man could snap his fingers and women would come running. They’d even pull up their tops and expose their luscious breasts to him.