Page 205 of Falling in Reverse

“Please don’t get gossip started that we’re fucking,” Levi drones, running an inked hand down the stubble of his face. “I get enough bullshit from Juice and Rod. They think I’m screwing Mrs. Keystone down the street.”

“What would give them that idea?”

“I helped her carry her fucking groceries in the house and?—”

“She’s, like, forty,” I counter through curious and slitted eyes. “Did she break a hand or something?”

“Why does someone have to have something?—”

“Ohhhh…” I burst of laughter breaks through my throat because he is so lying right now. “You did.”

Levi’s brows clench and there’s that famous as fuck glower. “You guys are fucking stupid.”

“Damn, bruh,” I jeer on, enjoying how I just saw him guiltily shift his weight. “You banged Mrs. Keystone? Her husband is going to kill you.”

“Her husband is never around,” he rebukes as if that comment helps his argument. I don’t know the Keystones well, but I do know what the Misses has done as of late.

“Right…” I push my lips out. “And you know that you’d never be aware of that fact if you weren’t screwing her.”

“Bay…”

“Yes?” I bat my eyelashes innocently, knowing I have him cornered and there’s no fucking way he’s getting out of this now.

I mean, when you’re handed such a golden opportunity to fuck with your friend, you just don’t pass those up.

His large palm skews up my hair, jacking it all up in the process like a dickhead. “Go fuck yourself.”

“And why would I need to do that when you’re my man?”

He rolls his eyes. “Stop it.”

“You’re the one who keeps callin’ you mine when it comes to Torin and the boys.”

“Because you are,” he retorts with pinched brows. “No one is going to fuck with you when I’m around. I need a full background check. I’m going to require a lot of money, no baby mamas, and someone with half a brain. I need a prince.”

I skew my face up. “Ew, no. That’s too much.”

“That’s what you’re gonna get.”

I tsk. “Yeah, okay.”

“Don’t tell me that you’re gonna wanna settle down with some low-life like me?”

“You’re not a low-life,” I carp back with narrowed brows.

You’re everything.

This man is my entire world. And I’m lying to him.

“I’m not a baller either.”

“I don’t need you to be a baller,” I retort. “Do you see how much fun you and I have? We’ve been together for more than half our lives and we still haven’t killed each other.”

He inhales deeply. “It’s taken some effort, but yeah, I haven’t wrung your neck yet. Even though I’ve wanted to on several occasions.”

“You wouldn’t kill me.” And I’m not sure if I’m saying that more for myself or to have it confirmed. “You’d be bored.”

“Apparently. I must be a machinist for annoyance.”

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