Page 241 of Pretty Little Lies

“You’re right, I do. All the fucking time. But I want to take care of you and your family. I want to become part of your life and for you to wish me there as much I as need you in mine. You wouldn’t want something to happen tomorrow and never get a chance to tell me everything you’ve felt for me, would you? Tomorrow is never promised. However, I can vow that I’m always going to be here.”

“Reeve…please, just stop.”

His fingers feather underneath my chin, demanding I give in and cease all the bullshit.

Except he doesn’t know all of it. Not even half.

“I want to marry you one day. I want you pregnant with my kids, and—” I shove him back because that’s never going to happen.

Ever.

He’s going to hate me the moment I give my life up to Ramsey and they’ll be no turning back after that.

“Goodbye, Reeve.”

He smirks, of course, he does, because he knows I can’t stand it another minute, but he knows he still has a chokehold on me. “I’ll text you in the morning.”

“I won’t answer,” I exhale for the first time since he allowed me some space.

He starts for the sliding door. “Yeah, but I know where you live now.”

“I can move, Reeve, It’s South Shore. I know all the places.”

“Sure, you do, baby. And I know where all your boys are so I can torture one into telling me where your pretty ass is.”

I scoff, though my brain wonders at the lengths he would go just to find me. “How would you do that? No one knew where I was until now.”

He glimpses over his shoulder at me and lifts a brow. “Didn’t they?”

Then he jumps down, leaving me to think about who. Even in jail, Levi still has pull.He has everything, but he’d never tell Reeve where I was just out of spite.

“I love you, baby,” I hear Reeve yell, even though he sounds a bit away.

I love you, too, Reevie.

And I’m sorry.

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reeve

She tookevery single thing I said to her and omitted it from her existence, as if it meant nothing.

When it meanteverythingto me.

I don’t understand it. I’m not sure how she expects me to swallow and accept it, but I won’t.

I can’t.

The last couple of weeks have been nothing but progress. A new beginning. I divulged things to her about my past and what eats me alive on a daily basis. To havenothinglying between us as we move forward.

It didn’t work.

Not when I’m currently holding her marriage certificate in my hand, under strict orders to bring it back signed by Emilio. It’s as if he knows this will slaughter me fully if she does ink her name on the document.

She can’t.

She said she was falling in love with me.

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