Page 180 of Pretty Little Lies

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Reeve’s handslaps my ass as I make my way to the front door, chasing me around for the last two minutes with cupcake mix on his fingertips because he wants to taste them off my lips.

“Stop it, you child,” I chide lightly as I spin around just for him to collide into me. His strong arm wraps around my hips to keep me from stumbling, which only gives him access to lean down and press a possessive kiss to my lips.

“Child?” he repeats through a muttered whisper. “Baby, shall I remind you that the way I fuck you isn’t, by any means, the workings of a child.”

I slap at his bicep, just to watch his boyish smirk illuminate his features and literally melt my heart in my chest.

It quickly fades, though, when he wipes vanilla cupcake mix on my bottom lip and delves down to suck it away.

I chuckle as his teeth sink into the soft skin there, pulling at it before he clasps both of his lips around mine to taste the substance off of me.

“Fucking better than putting it in those stupid cup things,” he mutters, and it didn’t take him much to forgive mymishapwith Levi and Nessa during the Titan fight.

In fact, his response was fucking me over the hood of his car and making me tell him how much I was his.

Easiest makeup of my fuck-up ever.

“Then how will you eat cupcakes, Reevie?”

“A few different ways,” he vouches, skimming his insatiable fingers down to my ass. “I can do it from the front or back, just let me know which—” The doorbell rings annoyingly again, and I had already forgotten that was the whole reason for me coming to the door in the first place. “You want me to go tell them to fuck off?”

I glance back up at Reeve who holds the first serious expression I think I’ve ever seen him wear.

“No, I got it.”

He follows me as I pivot, reaching for the knob and yanking open the navy blue door when I find the last person on Earth I’d ever thought I’d see in South Shore let alone my front fucking porch.

Vivian Muncy.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Reeve asks for me, gripping the edge of the door frame and pressing his chest to my spine. “The mall is that way.”

“Reeve,” she greets placidly, not moving an inch in a forest green jacket that almost hits the cement. Her medium brown curls are pulled up in a bun with a Starbucks cup in her hands as if this is a friendly jaunt and we’re homies when that’d be a cold day in hell, to say the least. “I’d ask the same, but you always seemed to enjoy the most pathetic groupies the most.”

Reeve chuckles, unaffected by her shitty comment. “I guess not, Viv. Because I still haven’t fucked you yet.”

Her upturned nose wrinkles in disgust at that notion. “I’m definitely not interested?—”

“Yeah, yeah”—Reeve waves a dismissive hand in the air—“I asked you what the fuck you’re doing here, so answer the question, so I can slam the door in your face.”

Vivian’s brown eyes fall to me, and I don’t like the confident glow that holds in them. “I came to see Bay.”

“For?”

Cairo’s little flame holds a pregnant amount of silence to irk my ever-loving nerves before gracing us with a shitty-ass smile. “To let her know that she has approximately thirty days to move out of her home before my daddy kicks her out.”

“What?” I ask, at the same time Reeve presses with, “The fuck are you talkin’ about?”

Vivian chuckles lightly, as if this is all a game, but I think she has something else that’s about to make me lose my entire shit in two seconds. “The bank is finally foreclosing. It’s going to a sheriff sale.”

I was right.

My body lunges for her at the same exact moment Reeve snatches me up by the waist and keeps me pinned to his front.

“Torin!” he hollers out as I push down at his forearms to free me.

She’s fucking dead.

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