Page 174 of Falling in Reverse

Am I attracted to the asshole—yes.

Do I want to be—no.

It’d make my life a whole lot simpler in many ways.

“And what do you want me to do with this prediction of yours, Pretty Boy?”

“I want you to be what you always should’ve been,” he vouches. “Mine.”

My head rocks back and forth. “That’s never going to be possible. Look at the line that divides us.”

“I’m breaking the line.”

I’m suddenly met by Levi’s green eyes from across the way, and it’s like he can sense what’s happening here. That someone is trying to pry me away from him.

“I don’t think Levi would like that,” I reply, giving my best friend a small smile.

“He can’t kill me.”

Oh, but I bet he’d try.

Like I’ve said before, Levi would move Heaven and Earth for me. He’d burn a whole city down. He’s endured the hottest desert and the coldest lands just to get to me.

And I would do everything the same for him.

Always.

And no Pretty Boy is ever going to change the dynamic of what I have with Levi.

He might not be my so-called boyfriend, but he’s literally everything to me.

“I have to go,” I profess lightly. “See you around.”

Then I hang up right before Levi does the same thing and strides into the living room with his white tee and black ripped jeans lookin’ all bad boy vibes and someone you’d never bring home to your father.

He crooked a tatted finger at me. “C’mere.” Pocketing my phone into the back of my jeans, I rise and approach him like a fly to shit. “How are you?”

“Fine,” I state. “Are you okay?”

“No.” He reaches for my forearm and guides me the rest of the way to him. “I’m not okay.”

“What’s wrong? Please don’t tell me you’re makin’ crazy moves, Lev.”

He glances down at my hand now placed in his. “I want to. But I don’t want something to happen where I’m not around and you have to do all of this yourself.”

“Let’s focus on Dad and the girls…and leave everything else alone.”

“But they won’t leave you alone,” he counters softly, still looking at my fingers. “And there’s a reason behind that.”

He knows.

I’ve kept this from him for too long, and he’s finally going to let me have it. Talk about how I’ve betrayed him and our friendship. How he’s unable to do this with me anymore since I’ve kept my real identity a secret.

I’m unable to speak or move as those moss-green eyes slice up to me and hold my stare as if he’s ready to shatter my heart at my own doing.

Honestly, I’m a fucking wreck.

“I think we should double think about this whole South Shore thing,” he states. “Shit’s getting too dangerous here.”

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