Page 104 of All Our Secrets

He sighed. “That why you’ve been a sourpuss? Because of what Sarah said? You know she mentioned it to make you react.”

I crossed my arms. “I know.”

“I hear a but in there.”

The words spilled from my lips. “You really played with some girl online?”

“Why are you so shocked? You played with a guy.”

“Yeah, but you don’t like people. I can’t see you tolerating playing a game with someone that requires teamwork—wait? What did you play?”

By the grin stretching across his face, I amused him. “I tolerate people, but some people, Peyton, I don’t hate.”

My stomach knotted. That didn’t make me feel better. At all. “I liked it better when I thought you disliked everyone.”

He quirked a brow. “Why?”

“Because…” After having his focus for so long, I didn’t want to share it with anyone else. “Was it someone you knew personally?”

“I never met her, but we knew each other,” he answered.

I pouted. “So she meant something to you?”

“Is that what this is?” Silas stepped closer, caging me in with my back pressed against the car door. “You jealous, baby?”

My cheeks warmed. “I’m surprised.”

He slid a hand over my ass and loomed over me. “Jesus Christ, Peyton. You have no idea how much I want to fuck your brains out right now.”

Yes. It was really,trulyannoying how my clit was like an engine that revved every time he said or didanything.Just his existence did it for me, really. “Don’t say that. T.J. can hear you.”

“You coming to my place or what?” Silas ran his fingers down my arm, his touch featherlight.

“Gerald and Rosie would know if I’m not home,” I whispered.

“They’re going to know eventually.”

My hands found their way to his shirt, gripping it. “Oh God. Please don’t make my brain go there.”

His mouth dropped near my ear. “Shh. There’s nothing wrong with being together.”

“You know that’s not true.”

“We carry memories for the dead. We continue living for them, but that’s as far as it goes. For the living, life goes on.”

“I know.”

“Do you?”

“Drive safely, Silas.”

He sighed. “You’re killing me, baby.”

“Me?” I gawked. “You’re killing me.”

I’d have to change my panties when I got home.

“Answer when I call.”

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