Page 167 of Pretty Little Lies

“How about no.”

“How about too fucking bad.”

FORTY-SEVEN

bay

The momentI step out of Dad’s hospital room, I find Torin waiting for me. His muscled arms are crossed over his broad chest, biceps stretching out the sleeves of his red shirt as he watches me approach.

My stomach, that’s already in knots, eases up a tad, fluttering at the fact that he’s here waiting for me, and I didn’t even ask him to. That he’s taking this girlfriend-boyfriend thing to the level that it’s supposed to be at.

“Hey, Wildfire,” he greets me with an easy smile that looks great on him. Especially after the fact that Levi is holding shit over my head that I have a grand feeling I don’t want to know. “How’s your dad doing?”

I force my lips to cooperate and throw on a mellowed-out grin. “Still sleeping.”

Torin reaches for me when I’m within arm’s length and pulls me into him, squeezing me with authentic comfort that I didn’t know was possible with him. “You in there alone?”

And here we go…

If I lie, my luck is that Levi will stride right outside that hospital room.

If I tell the truth, I’m going to receive the full-blown Torin glower.

“Not tonight, Pretty Boy,” I beg as tiredness begins to ascend through my body. “I’d rather not receive your whiplash.”

“Why would I pin that on you?” he asks me, almost innocently. “Unless, there’s something you need to tell me.”

One of my brows rise in challenge for him to say what he wants to say, and we can have it out right here. Even though I’m not in the mood to. “And what may that be?”

“That you’ve missed the shit out of me. His tawny eyes flick over my head toward the door. “That I have nothing to worry about.”

“Once I’m done with men, I’m done with them. Did you see me running back to Matteo?”

“No, but I have a feeling Wallace had something to do with that.”

“He did.” Torin flicks his eyes back down to me. “You can thank him.”

Torin smirks. “That’ll be a good day in hell when that happens. However, as long as he keeps his damn hands and threats to himself, I’ll leave it alone.”

“I won’t hold my breath then.”

“You don’t need to worry about me, baby.” He kisses my forehead softly. “I’m not gonna be the one who stresses you out.” His nose rests along my forehead before he asks, “Have you thought anymore about letting us help you?”

I have.

And Levi will have a damn fit.

“I appreciate you offering?—”

“Bay.” His tone dips, that haughtiness coming out because he believes I’m about to turn him down. “If it makes you feel any better and you feel the need to repay me, let me kiss you everyday and you can suck my cock once in a while if that’ll make you feel better.”

My lips hoist. “You’re an idiot.”

Torin smiles before his lips descend on mine, devouring me with his cedar and mint smell and the way my body just demands to be swallowed by him.

It doesn’t take long for Pretty Boy to weasel his tongue between my lips and take it a step further, dirtier. For me to desire for him to take me right to his damn car and have every single way with me.

“Hope I’m not interrupting.” Breaking from Torin’s destitute mouth at the sound of the new male voice, Reeve stands at Torin’s side, blankly staring at me.

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