Page 179 of Falling in Reverse

Nevertheless, I can’t get caught up in him or any of them.

It doesn’t matter that we’re a new generation. His buddies have done enough to me and mine.

“That’s all I ask.”

Right.

Honesty and respect, what’s worth more than that?

I tear my burger in half. “You might as well eat something while you’re here. Since you came all this way.”

“And why did I come?”

My face twists a little. “For…me?”

“Remember that.” He takes his half of my food offering as if that just ends what we’re talking about.

But it’s not.

“I still think we might need to go get you checked out.”

Reeve takes my peace offering and brings it up to his mouth. “You can do so at any time, McQueen.”

“C’mon,” I urge. “Let’s get you off?—”

“I’m fine here,” he retorts through chews. “You don’t have to sweat me.”

I don’t.

I shouldn’t.

Except, again, I don’t enjoy seeing him like Cairo or Torin, dejected of emotion and a tad gloomy.

No, Reeve is like the sun, all warm and fuzzy. A mood changer even.

“Wanna go make out against a house somewhere?” Reeve lifts a brow, aware that I’m teasing, but he still looks at me as if he’d say yes the moment he stops gnawing on his food. “Or you could tell me why you came.”

“I’ll take option one for four hundred dollars, please.”

I slowly rock my head back and forth. “How about you do something for me?”

“Does that include our mouths?”

“Actually, it does.”

“I’m listening,” he vouches as he takes another bite of his burger, not giving a single fuck that he’s talking and eating at the same time.

Fuck me and this guy.

I’m starting to enjoy every stupid little quirk about him.

“You don’t have to tell me all the details. Not even why. I just want to know…why do you seem upset?”

He continues to munch and swallow before saying, “I’m looking for my dad. And I think he’s dead.”

My heart immediately plummets right to my gut for him.

The thought of losing mine prior to what he just said always made my stomach knot and worked me into the verge of a panic attack.

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