Page 47 of Reckless at Westbrook High

Our heavy breathing mixes together for I don’t know how long and fuck, he tastes like whiskey and smoke and bad, bad decisions that’ll get my ass beat, and I can’t help but crave more.

“You need to stop.”

“Stop what?”

“You know what.”

“Tell me anyway.”

“Lev,” he pleads, looking torn between desperation and fear. “I’m not gay.”

“I don’t need you to be gay, Wren,” I say quietly, raking my hand through his hair to keep him right where I want him. “I don’t even want you to be gay.”

That has him frowning, confused. “What?”

“I like that it’s just me,” I explain, slowly sliding my tongue over his bottom lip. “It makes you mine.”

He groans and tightens his grip on my throat. “Fuck, man, you’re acting crazy.”

“You make me crazy,” I point out, smirking when I feel his hard cock against mine. “I make you crazy, too.”

He glares, mean and bad and sexy as fuck.

He thinks I piss him off, which is true, I’ll give him that, but he’s only half right. His body pisses him off, his reaction to me pisses him off, and the harder he tries to fight it, the more he wants me.

Me.

Not her.

It’s me and him and he fucking knows it, he just won’t admit it yet.

“Don’t marry her, Wren,” I whisper, ignoring the way my heart cracks in two at the thought. “I don’t care what you did, just tell me what it is and I’ll fix it.”

“There’s nothing for you to fix,” he whispers back, dropping his eyes to avoid mine. “I love her, man.”

“Don’t fucking say that to me.”

“I’m sorry.”

“You’re sorry,” I laugh, pulling his hair to force him to look at me. “For loving her or for lying about it?”

He glances off and I shake my head at him, shoving his ass back to prepare myself for what comes next.

I’m not an idiot.

I just touched his girl for all to see, and if he doesn’t do something about it right here and now, his cover’s blown.

He hesitates so I shove him again, pissed at myself more than him for getting us into this twisted mess.

I never should have touched him.

His brows dip like he heard me and I step closer, pretending I don’t see the clear flash of pain in his eyes because if he wanted me to take it away, he’d let me.

“Do it.”

“Lev..”

“Fucking do it, Wren!” I shout, crowding his space to set him off. “Do it now or I’ll go over there and shove my tongue so far down her throat she’ll choke on i–”

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