Page 164 of Pretty Little Lies

My body begins to shake underneath Torin’s weight and our eyes meet as he breaks our kiss.

He’s the most beautiful and self-assertive oversight I’ve ever made.

“You gonna shatter, Wildfire? Because I’m going to burn alive with how tight this pussy is squeezing me.” He grazes thecorner of my mouth with his lips. “You’re so goddamn stunning. I really don’t deserve to be inside you right now.”

My lips curl at his admission as I fuse a kiss to his lips. “You’re working yourself into my heart, remember?”

“I remember.” His tongue glides across the seam of my lips. “I’m never gonna forget.”

My pussy clenches as the tip of his tongue, another part of him, coaxing my orgasm to explode.

I moan his name as oblivion takes me over and slams into me. Torin pistols through my climax, causing it only to heighten as I break apart underneath him and gasping for air.

“Fuck yeah,” he groans. “There’s my queen.”

I swear I couldn’t come any harder if God himself gave me that orgasm. Torin waits for me to come down when he pulls out and spills himself all over my stomach, jerking himself hard as he keeps his chocolate gaze on me while he works himself to finish.

Oh yeah, Pretty Boy and I are going to make one hell of a couple.

FORTY-SIX

bay

Openingthe door to Dad’s hospital room, the nurse who caught me in the hallway voluntarily told me that nothing’s changed. He’s still in an induced coma and we’re just waiting at any moment for him to wake up to access.

It was the beginning of my downhill spiral of how long that would be as I find Levi seated at Dad’s bedside. His broad shoulders and back facing me as he hunches over and just stares at him.

Softly, I close the door, not wanting to break the silent moment. Dad sleeps peacefully in the same spot he always does, and the stretch of this unknown sleep makes me on edge. The doctor said it could be several days to several weeks before he awakens.

“You didn’t need to come back,” Levi states quietly. “Doc said you were here all morning.”

I step deeper in the room and shrug, though he can’t see it. “Just hoping I’ll be here when he wakes up.”

“You’re missing school.” He glances over his shoulder at me, face placid, but I can tell how upset he is. “You know your dad would want you to be in class.”

“Then don’t rat me out.” I pull the nearby chair next to him, but still try to appease him when I say, “I can catch up online. My professors know what’s happening.”

“Your teachers are going to kill you.” He returns his concentrated attention back to Dad. “I want more for you.”

I want more for him, too.

My lips set in a fine line of a weak smile at his sentiment. “I don’t need anything, Lev. I’m happy with my family.”

The steady beeping of machines reminds me how jacked up it is now. Without our steeple—Dad—I’m afraid I’m going to fail everybody.

“You happy with them?”

My eyes flick to the side of Levi’s edged jaw lined in dark stubble. I wonder if it’s written all over my face. If my best friend can feel the electricity that courses through me andthem.

“What do you mean?” I’m evading, and we both know it. I’m scared that my immediate answer ofyesis going to upset him. That it’s going to make him believe that I chose them overus.

Because no matter where the next few weeks, months, or years take me, Levi will always be my rock. He will always be family.

“Which one did you pick?”

In his brain, it would have to be one or the other. First, it was Reeve. But I’m still so pissed at him right now that I say, “Torin.”Thatgets Levi to jerk his head to me with furrowed eyebrows. “I know.”

“You picked Baby Wildes?” I give him a curt nod. “Why?”

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