Page 57 of Pretty Little Lies

And, let’s be real, he’d be the last person I probably would.

He’s always good to me.

He allows me space.

I don’t mind the whole watching me thing either. It’s protection.

“Go grab Cairo for me before I fuck you somewhere that’s not sanitary.”

Inching even closer, I ask, “Why? I like being right here.”

“Because you tempt me too much, and I’m trying to get you alone and not somewhere where they’re pounding on a door, bitching about how they have to take a piss. Plus, you’ve already had a sex tape floating around with me on it. And I didn’t even fuck you for real yet.”

My brows pinch, not wanting to dredge up that night, before he slightly pulls from me and extends a hand, pointing to the massive crowd.

I know it still bothers him more than it does me. I just don’t understand why he hasn’t let it go yet.

Needless to say, I back out of that conversation and rummage through the thick crowd to do Reeve’s bidding.

I don’t mind the order. I get another view of the music lovers playing out in front of me.

The mosh pit is farther down next to the stage and everyone else who doesn’t want any elbow to the face is up on top of the grassy knoll to enjoy the show.

My gaze falls on a tall figure dressed in all black from earlier tonight. His sleeves to his dress shirt are rolled up his forearms,displaying the tan skin of his scatteredly inked skin and, Ithinkit’s Cairo.

He’s dancing, which doesn’t seem to be normal Cairo Black behavior, with a redhead in a short pink dress that barely covers her ass.

I guess I just expected him to be sharpening a knife or maybe practicing his glaring at the random folks bustling around, having a good time instead of enjoying himself.

Long fingers lace through mine, making me jolt in response when I glimpse over my shoulder to find Reeve again. “Won’t look good if someone sees him with her.”

Vivian.

He doesn’t need to elaborate as I give Reeve’s hand a small squeeze before dropping it, treading the rest of the way down the tiny hill and the shallow cement stairs to the main area.

The redhead in front of Cairo is curvy, with a decent ass and tits fordays. Cairo needs someone who would get down in the grove of sweaty bodies and give him a good grinding.

Blunt between his lips, he sways with her, hand stapled to her body as“Hot Demon Bitches Near U”by Corpse blares through the impressive sound system as everyone waits for the next act.

I actually feel bad prying him away from her. Red is doing a really good job, and I bet this is his first boner this year.

At dinner, Vivian would only speak to Emilio, not that the boys bothered to talk to her either, and then she’d silently send messages to me every time our eyes would connect.

Most awkward meal of all time.

Cairo lifts his head, blowing smoke from his lips and into the sky, when he comes down and locks eyes with me.

He doesn’t look pissed, irritated, or unhappy to see me…but he doesn’t look ecstatic either.

Just bored.

Works for me.

“Hey, Reeve needed you,” I announce, jerking my thumb in his direction. “He asked me to come get you.”

“For what?” he yells over the music. His grip still on his dance partner, alluding that he’s not particularly concerned about moving from his spot.

I shrug. “That’s above my pay grade.”

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