Page 57 of Reckless at Westbrook High

“Sorry,” I whisper, walking him forward until the shower head covers us both. “Fucking Callie jumped on my dick and almost got me killed.”

“What?” he laughs, pulling his brows in when he catches the look on my face.

“She thought I was you.”

He smirks at that, lifting his hand to the back of my head to pull my mouth down to his neck. “You like her.”

“I don’t like her,” I argue, sliding my tongue over the spot. “I only tolerate the little brat cause’ I don’t feel like getting my ass handed to me on the regular.”

“Liar.”

I roll my eyes and he laughs at me, taking the shampoo from the side to pop the cap off the top. He turns to face me and I cock my head at him, watching him squeeze a little bit onto his palm.

“Didn’t you just do that?”

“Yeah.”

“You gonna do mine now?” I joke, feeling hella awkward at the thought, but then he runs his fingers through my hair and I groan before I can stop it, sliding my hands down to his waist to pull him into me.

“Anyone ever do this for you, Lev?” he asks, gently tipping my head back to rinse it off.

“My nannie, probably.”

“Did you like her?”

“She didn’t talk to me.”

“What? Why?”

“She was Russian,” I lie, shrugging despite the pathetic kick in my heart I’ve learned to ignore by now. “Couldn’t speak a word of English.”

His brows dip and he bounces his eyes between mine, searching for something. “Tell the truth for once.”

“What?”

“Every time I ask you something about your family or your life, you lie about it.”

“No, I don’t.”

“You just lied again.”

“How do you know that?” I frown, swallowing when he backs me up into the wall.

“I know you a lot better than you think I do,” he whispers, taking the shower gel from the side to flick it open. “Tell me something real, Lev.”

I hold my breath while I attempt to come up with something to say, visibly shivering when he slides his soapy hands over my chest. He holds my eyes hostage while he continues this torturous assault on my body and I can’t move, let alone think.

“I had a new nanny almost every other month,” I rasp, speaking over his lips. “They weren’t allowed to talk to me and my parents fired every single one of them who did.”

He freezes with his hands on my abs, and I don’t miss the way his eyes flare with a clear mixture of confusion and anger. “Why the fuck would they do that?”

“Because they hate me.”

His brows jump and I close my eyes, dropping my head back against the wall.

Fuck.

“Lev..”

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