Page 27 of Pretty Little Lies

“That I kiss like your non-existent sister or some bogus bullshit.”

That makes him laugh again, and I let him have it this time.

“Stop hitting me, asshole,” he gripes, getting hold of my wrist and pinning it down over my head. But he allows me freedom to my other. “Keep that little fuck Stanton wanting, Astor. We’re about to blow this relationship up, and I know just the place that will bring Baby Wildes and that piece of shit Reeve in. Lucky for them, it’ll be too crowded for me to kill them both.”

Ha, ha.

“When?”

“The race next weekend.”

“No,” I retort sharply. “I need to concentrate andwin, Lev. I don’t want drama and boy problems. I want money.”

His thumb runs a path up and down my skin. A perfect spot for him to feel my heart racing under my palm. “You’ll get yourmoney. And you already gota lotof boy problems. Especially when you have to pick one.”

Pick one.

Yeah, that’s never going to happen.

It’d be a cold day in hell when Levi would ever accept my dating one of them for real, and I have too much on my plate.

Lovey-dovey stuff isn’t in the cards for me, and I need to stick with the game plan of getting deeper with Emilio and figuring the rest of this out with Levi.

“You don’t have to worry about me picking anything,” I reply. “I’m only in love with Pop’s Nova.”

Levi pulls back a bit. “That’s the only thing?”

“Yep.”

“When did I lose your love?”

You never did.

And he never will.

“The moment you decided that you were going to keep barking at me after the whole video situation.”

Levi glares at me. “I’d likeyouto try to calm down after seeing that if it were me.”

“It wouldn’t be a topic of conversation,” I vouch simply. “Because she’d be dead.”

“But you got your panties all in a bunch when you thought I killed Stanton.”

“I didn’t get my panties in a bunch. I just don’t want Torin or Cairo to start shit with you.”

“And that’s the only reason?”

No.

And when do the lies stop? When do I admit that I like Reeve because I do. However, what’s that going to solve?

Nothing.

“Why do I always have to have reasons?” I press back with a roll of my eyes. “And do you always pin your victims down forthis long? My God, I’m surprised you actually have girls chasing you around.”

“They’ve toned down a bit since you’re my woman.”

“And when do I get to claim my mark on you in front of them? Or do I need to act like the good little housewife?”

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