Page 195 of Pretty Little Lies

“In bed?”

“No—”

“I want to bring them to you in bed.” His fingers splay across my spine possessively. “So that when you’re eating them…I can eat something, too.”

Hiswords are dangerous. Torin has this way of bending my current chaos and filling it with promises and dirty little fantasies.

A distraction.

“You’re dumb.” It’s all I got. But Torin still smiles anyway because he’s fully aware I’m thinking about it.

“I’ve never spoiled a girl before…let me do it for you a little bit.” It almost sounds as if he’s begging me to lay off the prideful independence and give him some of the weight.

“Maybe once in a while,” I divulge.

“I noticed that when we asked you to move in that I barely knew shit about you. Then I got pissed.”

“Chill, Pretty Boy.” I pat his hard chest softly. “I’m not hard to please.” He’s silent for a minute, which never hits well with me as he searches my eyes. “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t like this.”

It’s those things again. The small slivers of vulnerability. The way he and I fit so well together. It’s easy to fall into it with him and not feel weak.

Stupid.

We share more than what I believe we’re bound to open yet.

Wrapping my arms around his waist, I meet his tawny irises and give him the best smile I can. “I know something you can do for me.”

“Mhm?”

“I need parts for the Nova. I’m going to be spending a lot of nights on that thing after school. And even then…I might drop out.”

“Don’t.” He shakes his head as if the idea doesn’t sit well with him. “I heard Wallace say that your dad likes you in school. He’d want things to be normal. He’d want you to better yourself.”

“Things are different?—”

“Shit happens, but do this for your pops. We’ll help. Make me a list of shit you need, and I’ll make it happen. Reeve has some connections too.”

“That’s all I need. Oh, and food. I need you to bring me food to the garage.”

“How late are we talkin’ about staying at the?—”

“Oh, no.” My head rocks back and forth, because I’m going to be nipping this in the bud right now. “Don’t start bitching about how long I’m going to be out.”

“I’m not. I just want to make sure you get home at a safe hour.”

“Which would be, what,six?”

“Five.”

“Torin…”

This dude actually bats his damn eyelashes at me for a hot second. “Yes, baby?”

“You’re a straight pain in the ass.”

“Speaking about ass…” He leans closer and hovers those plush lips over mine. “Who gets it first?”

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