Page 58 of Unforgettable

I’m not one to talk, but I know for certain my family loves me, and I have to wonder if Reeve has that same confidence with his own.

“I am grateful we have each other,” he admits. “I don’t know if I would’ve had enough courage to stand my ground, even if it’s just a little, if it weren’t for Callie. She’s always given me confidence. Always looking out for me.”

He stops mid-step and tugs at my hand, so I stop too. “What is it?”

“That’s all Maddy was doing,” he says. “Being your big sister. And I overreacted. I ruined the day.”

“You didn’t ruin anything,” I assure him. “She made you uncomfortable. There’s a difference.”

“It wasn’t intentional,” he defends. In the middle of the walkway, Reeve’s hands slide up my torso, over my pecs, and over my shoulders, linking his fingers behind my neck. “And she was right. I can’t keep my hands off you.”

“If I remember correctly”—I circle my hands around his waist and bring him to me— “you didn’t seem too happy with her observation, though.”

“I don’t like lying to them, but I very much like doing this with you,” he clarifies. “And I just got all up in my head like I do.”

Thing is, I don’t like lying to them either, but I’ve yet to feel guilty for it. My time with Reeve feels like it’s worth the lie. It’s undoubtedly worth whatever happens when he goes back home. I just don’t tell him that. Instead, I use the one thing that got us into this situation in the first place as the distraction we both so desperately need.

“You want to head back to your place and have a quickie before work?”

“Oswald.” Laughing, he slaps at my chest. “So, you did want to show me your dick.”

Tilting my head, I lower my lips to his, kissing him. “If you call me Oswald one more time, I’ll never let you see it again.”

He presses his erection against mine. “I think you’re a liar, Oswald.”

I kiss him again. “Are you really going to be calling out my dad’s name when I fuck you?”

“Oz,” he screeches. “Why would you say that? Now I can’t stop seeing your dad’s face in my mind.”

Smirking, I shrug. “I told you not to call me that.”

“Now I really can’t see your dick,” he whines.

Releasing my hold on him, I throw an arm over his shoulder and kiss his temple as we resume walking. “I bet you I can change your mind before we even walk through your door.”

“I’d like to see you try,” he challenges.

“And what do I get if I win?”

“I would assume me naked is the prize.”

I groan, because my dick is rock solid and I still have to manage the trip home.

“What if I want something else?”

He turns to me, shocked. “Are you saying there’s something better than me naked?”

“Not better, but comes close.”

He eyes me curiously. “What is it?”

“Come home with me after work tonight?”

“What? Why?”

“You know I’m always looking for loopholes to get inside you,” I tell him, only half kidding.

His shoulders rise as he inhales, and I hear him exhale loudly only moments later. “I will. On one condition.”

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