Page 28 of Fall onto me

“No, but I just didn’t tell you.”

She shrugs. “I hate her.”

I pull her in for a kiss, “Still want to race tonight?”

She groans. “Why are there so many?”

“Bike week.” I nod, “I know it’s a lot but just think, we win all these races this week, we will have a good chunk of change for …” I don’t finish my sentence. Us fighting against the world doesn’t scare her, but maybe planning our future does.

She takes a sip of her latte with a grin, “What were you going to say?”

“Nothing.” I choke, “Hungry?”

“Yes, but I’m not leaving this bed until you finish your sentence.”

I lay my head down on her lap, “I don’t know,” I shrug, trying to play it cool. To not act like saying this out loud may make her run for the fucking hills. “Like get an apartment or something.”

Her eyes sparkle, “Really?”

“Of course, I want us to have something for when we graduate, if that’s what you want.”

“Yes!” She leans down and kisses me. I don’t deserve her forgiveness or her love, but I will gladly accept it. “You’re the love of my fucking life. Of course I want to buy a house with you!”

I smile, and the gesture hurts my face after a while, but I can’t stop. “I signed up for every race, and I won last night.”

“I know, I texted Callum to make sure you were okay.”

“The fucker didn’t tell me; I was worried all night that you hated me.”

She gives me a look of innocence. “I told him not to. Can I race tonight?”

“Did you sign up?”

“Yeah, I was honestly planning on making you sweat more. I was going to show up tonight all sexy in some of Kate’s clothes, and then not speak to you until after I won.”

I sit up. “First off, you look sexy in your own clothes. Second, you think you’re going to win?”

“Duh.” She says, with such confidence that I almost want to let her believe it’s possible.

But we made a pact to not lie. “Against me? How … cute.”

10

SKYLER POV

The square is packed, filled with the bikers who Foster has informed me were his first job. I don’t condone any of this, but I know he’s only doing what he has to do to survive.

Foster, of course, speeds out of sight. I didn’t expect him to let me win, and I don’t want to win that way at all. I may not be able to beat my boyfriend, but I can try my hardest to come in second place.

I’m in third place now, and the only thing between me and Foster is an emerald bike with flashy neon lights underneath. I don’t even need to see who’s under the helmet to know it’s Envy’s dumb ass. I simply pass her around a curve and send her a bird before zipping off.

I pull through the finish line in second place with a burning, steaming hatred flowing through me.

“Good job, babe!” Foster smiles, helping me off.

“Wasn’t first,” I sneer, although that’s obviously not why I’m mad.

“Second prize gets three thousand, so you’re still a winner.”

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