Page 98 of Pretty Little Lies

A broken scoff leaves my lips and I wish I was someone else.

Never thought I’d ever say that.

I love my family. I love my town.

I just despise that this man doesn’t live in it.

“No one,” I finally say after a beat. “I’m…glad I’m here with you.”

“Are you? You don’t have to lie to me. I conned you into coming like an asshole.”

“I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t want to be.”

And I mean that.

I’m losing focus and drive when it comes to keeping on my mission and not to where I want to be without feeling like I’m stabbing Reeve in the back.

“Sometimes I wonder if youdolike me, McQueen. Or if this is all something else that I don’t wanna say for you to get upset with me. But I don’t want to get any deeper into this without hearing you say it.”

I know exactly what he wants me to divulge to him, and it’d be a lie if I told him what he desired to hear. Because at the end of the day, if he’s planning to go to war with South Shore, I’m going to take care of mine before him.

No matter how he makes me feel.

No matter how I feel calm and safe with him.

No matter what title he holds.

“Are you looking for me to say if I’m actively looking to hurt you?” I ask through a whisper. He bobs his head twice without a second thought and doesn’t pry his skin off mine. “I’m not. I don’t wanna hurt you, Reeve.”

And I don’t.

Reeve’s lips gently press into mine before they clasp possessively over my bottom lip. He pulls on it a tad, getting my mouth to separate before he plunges his tongue needily inside my mouth.

Reeve doesn’t change his speed, taking our kiss in slow and steady movements as a guttural moan forms from my throat and empties into his.

His fingers dig slightly into my back as he eats me alive, gradually taking all the stress of everything around me and replacing it with just him and I.

Just him and I.

Fuck, it’s not even possible, of course, because I feel something coming around the horizon. Whether he’s part of it or not.

However, I can’t help but be selfish, to want all of this. I like the way I feel against him. I enjoy his kisses and the way I feel linked to him. My little crush is developing into something more, and as much as I try to shove it away, the damn thing pushes back.

Reeve suddenly breaks the kiss, his heavy exhales brushing along my lips as he keeps himself snug and close to me. “You’re the best kinda high I’ve ever fucking had.”

My heart skips, and my body only wants to be closer to his safety. “You’re nuts.”

“Gettin’ there. But I don’t mind it. In fact”—his fingers splay around my back—“I’m not the only one getting there.”

I pull a little from him. “What do you mean?”

“A close asshole wants to fight off his feelings for you, but you’re growing on him.”

My brows clash together before Reeve spins me around, pulling my spine into his chest before I can even focus on what’s in front of me.

Torin.

My long hair is pulled from my shoulder, exposing the side of my neck before Reeve’s sinful mouth falls to the sensitive skin there.

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