Page 127 of Pretty Little Lies

“I know.” He tucks a piece of my hair behind my ear and watches his movement. “I guess he’s starting to see that.”

“Was…it bad for him?”

“Gonna have to ask him that, baby. It’s not my story to tell.”

“Was yours?”

Reeve’s hazel flick to mine, and I see a whole lot that he doesn’t want to talk about. “Nothing worth braggin’ about, and I’m asking the questions first to get you unburied. So, when did you lose your V-card?”

Typical Reeve.

“Are you serious?”

“Very.”

I watch his dirty blonde hair move with the ocean breeze, and I exhale a breath before saying, “Fifteen.”

“By who?”

“A dickhead.”

“Dickhead gotta name?” I avert my gaze. A wave of shame washes over me because the level of stupidity that I was as an early teenager was epic. “Eh, damn…not him.”

One of my wonderful decisions.

“He hurt you, McQueen?”

Not our first time, no.Matteo used to be sweet and optimistic.

Then he became a douchebag.

“No,” I reply honestly. “Not then.”

“I lost mine at twelve.”

My eyes widen. “Really?”

“Yeah.”

“Did you even know what your dick was?”

He chuckles and shakes his head. “Barely. Favorite position?”

“When they’re quiet,” I reply with narrowed eyes, and Reeve smirks, pointing his ice cream at me.

“Now, I knowthat’sa lie. You like to hear every dirty thought going through my head.”

“Reeve, look!” Ellie suddenly shows up at his side, stray dark waves of hair in her eyes as she shoves her upheld palm in his face. “I found shells for that thing you wanted.”

“Fuck yeah,” he beams, opening his own hand for her to dump them in. “This is perfect.”

“I’m gonna go find more.” She doesn’t wait for a response as she runs off down the beach toward the water to do just that.

“What are you making?” I ask as blue ice cream drips down my fingers. I’m making a damn mess.

“Something,” he deadpans, pocketing his newly found shells. “What are you doing Saturday night?”

“Hangin’ out with Dad and the girls.”

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