Page 130 of Pretty Little Lies

Right.

She lifts our arms and begins moving her hips sensuously, and I try to follow her lead.

We’re South Shore. Enough said.

This is for home.

This is for Dad, Ellie, Mae, and Levi.

I’m the link. The key.

I’m on the inside and the only person who has been put in this position who didn’t end up dead after every meeting with the boys.

I have to do this, no other way about it.

Swaying my hips, I block out everything in my head. I watch Nessa mindlessly smile, enjoying herself at a boujee party where she could do worse with her looks than anyone else here.

Maybe I should’ve handed this job off to her, but I immediately don’t like the idea of her kissing Reeve. Anddisturbingly enough, I hate the fact that the next name that comes to mind is Torin.

Fucking Torin Wildes.

I hate admitting that he gets under my skin. That my body melts at his every touch and those tawny brown eyes hold nostalgic memories of wishing I were his and not Matteo’s all those years ago.

Often, I find myself wondering what would’ve happened if I had been courageous enough to leave with Torin. To allow and trust him enough to keep me safe.

It would’ve pissed Levi off, that much I know for sure.

But Torin mirrors me in so many ways that it’s easy to understand him and hard to stand him.

A firm body presses into my spine, dispatching the thrill of catching one of the big fish I knew I’d see tonight.

And I already know who it is.

I can smell the sea and the undertones of fresh linens off his body. The possessive yet soft brush of his palm along my hip before he lines his groin to the top of my ass.

My body charges, inclining toward him on impulse. I’m desperate for his touch, always.

He creates a red-hot fire boiling inside me that I thought was dead. My mind practically pants after him and it’s stupid disgusting.

“McQueen,” he rustles around the shell of my ear. His warm words and breath cause a shudder to erupt from my body. “I need to stop seeing you dressed like this without me making surenoone fucking touches it.”

Nessa catches Reeve at my back, but he doesn’t seem to notice or care. His face nestles into the crook of my shoulder and neck, and she nods, giving me her subtle goodbye but that she’ll be around.

“Where is your friend going?”

Or maybe he does notice.

“Going to go talk to a guy she saw when we walked in,” I reply, still swaying my hips to the beat.

“Really? You’ve both been here for approximately four minutes.”

Why am I not surprised he saw me come in?

“Some of us know exactly what we want,” I divulge, feeling the brush of his lips against my heated skin.

“That one of them being you?”

“Sometimes. What are you doing lurking around?”

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