Page 153 of Unspoken Truths

“Accomplished,” I correct. “While I am a King and my name has weight there, I’m also a Reyes. I’m not someone to be fucked with. Even if I were to step away from the Kings, the Society would have a difficult time fucking me over.”

“I suppose that’s why they place friends together as Kings,” she says. Rachelle’s mind is fascinating to me. She’s smart and sexy.

“This time they did,” I say. If I’m being honest, they try to do that more often than not. “It’s harder to turn your back on people you have history with.”

“Why do you sound like you want to?” she asks.

“You’re becoming important to me,” I sigh. “More moving, less talking. Let’s go.”

Continuing on our run, we move at a pace that doesn’t invite conversation. It’s becoming too personal, and I’m too close to saying things that I can’t come back from. I want to tell her that I’d be willing to work as a double agent, with my loyalty to her. The words ‘I don’t want to live without you’ are also on the tip of my tongue.

It’s too soon. I don’t want to scare the shit out of her. When I say the things running through my head, I want them to sound sincere. I want her to believe them. Lili has told me she doesn’t mind sharing, which is an interesting notion.

I’m not uncomfortable with the concept because I’ve been sharing my best friends since we first became curious about kissing and sexual experiences. We fucked each other first before we moved on to girls, though a few of us only fuck teachers.

There’s less chances of anyone catching feelings that way, and I enjoy the fact that it’s so damn illicit. Otherwise, I don’t mess around with the girls my age. Jared fucks girls that allow him to use them , but Theo and Elijah also prefer teachers.

It’s less messy.

“You’re thinking really hard,” Rachelle gasps out as she runs.

Her cheeks are rosy, and I can see her perfectly because the garden and front lights are on for visibility. I want to make sure she doesn’t trip or twist her ankle. The reminder of what her feet looked like a week and a half ago makes me wince.

How are they now?

“There’s a lot to think about,” I respond finally. “One more lap, little sister. You can do it.”

“We’re still going to call me that?” she asks, her breaths labored but steady.

“Do you want a truth for a truth?” I ask her suddenly.

“Yes, even though that sounds really scary,” she says.

“I would still call you my little sister if I was balls deep inside your gorgeous pussy,” I say as we pass by some of my father’s men.

Their faces are fucking priceless, but I’m not worried about them. Rachelle’s foot trips on air in surprise, and I reach out to snatch her up without missing a beat. Her arms come around my neck, both of us having dropped our water bottles.

“What the fuck, Nacio?” she breathes, eyes wide as I grin.

“That’s what I’ve been thinking about,” I tease her. I could run with her for miles, but I slow my steps in case she wants to finish this loop. “What’s your truth, Little Mouse?”

Her lips twist at the nickname, and she pulls my ear hard.

“Ow, is this foreplay?” I ask her. “I could be into this.”

“You’re insane,” she says. “Is this the truth you want?”

“No,” I say quickly. Fuck, now I have to choose something I really want to know. Everything feels too damn personal right now. “Do you like when I kiss you?”

Okay, that’s safe enough. Not only is it something I’m dying to know, it’ll give me an idea if there’s any hope for us. She looked like she liked it earlier, but I could have imagined the way she leaned into me too.

“That’s what you want to know?” she asks, eyes wide. “Huh.”

Her head drops to my shoulder as she thinks, while my heart begins to pound. Maybe that wasn’t a safe enough question. Fuck.

Rachelle’s fingers tap hard on my chest, getting my attention as I continue to walk.

“Stop freaking out,” she says. “I can hear your heartbeat.”

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