Page 80 of Falling in Reverse

“Need the Benjamin first.” She palms her hand, holding it out for me to fish out my cash and place it there.

I do it, then step back when she pivots toward Bay, keeping within the throng of the crowd so that Matteo doesn’t pick me out before I’m able to have any fun.

It takes more time than I thought for Bay to finally break free, glancing over at Matteo nervously, and I hate that.

I don’t like how she has to watch herself around that prick when, given a chance, she could probably get a few good shots on him.

He hits like a bitch.

The waitress passes me, subtly jerking her head back to announce that she’s brought my prize and that’s when I reach out and grab Bay by any means necessary.

My index finger finds the loops of her shorts, and I gently yank her into the crowd, full of drunks and cokeheads.

One actually doing a line on the dirty bartop.

“What are you doing?” she whisper-yells as I glimpse over my shoulder to make sure I don’t bump into anyone and have someone start shit.

“Hello to you, too, Wildfire.” She rolls her pretty blues, but a hint of a smile plays off her lips at the sight of me. “Miss me?”

“No,” she says more sternly, adjusting her expression to place some power behind that word.

I nestle myself at the end of the bar against the wall, having the perfect view of Matteo’s table in case he moves to start looking for her while Bay stands in front of me.

“What are you doing, Torin?”

My focus falls back on her, where I’d rather it be. “I wanted to see you.”

“Why?” Bay looks genuinely confused.

“Because…”

She cocks her head to the side. Her blue eyes glossing over with worry. “Is something wrong?”

My eyes flick over her head to find her so-called boyfriend still playing pool. “Nothing I can’t handle, baby.”

“Torin”—her small hand falls gently to my chest before her fingers curl into my shirt—“please don’t start something with Matteo.”

Her touch burns past the cotton material and into my flesh. And I crave how it feels. I like her hands on me.

“I wish your fingers were wrapped around another part of me, Wildfire. I love how you feel on me.”

She goes to jerk her hand back, but I catch her wrist and tenderly run my thumb back and forth across her skin. “I’m watching him. Don’t worry.”

“I am worried,” she counters, and I strain to hear her over the blaring music filling the place. “Someone else might see us. And all it’s going to cause is a fight.”

“And why would that bother you?” I steal a look at her to reassure my intentions. “Why do you think I’m standing here keeping track of your boyfriend, when all I want to do is look at you?”

I barely miss the chance of her cheeks turning pink before I’m back to observing the piece of shit who doesn’t deserve her.

Who doesn’t even notice that Bay has been gone longer than two minutes.

“You can’t keep doing this,” she lightly scolds me. “You’re going to get us in trouble.”

“Matteo can’t touch me.”

But can he touch her? Does he touch her?

I don’t dare help myself to another glimpse of her. Because if I do and see one inkling that he does, I’m going to break my promise to her. And I’m slowly beginning to gain her trust.

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