Page 93 of Faking It With the Small-Town Bad Boy

sentences. Everything I’d say has already flashed through his mind,

I’m sure, so there’s nothing I can add that would solve this. I just

want him happy again, and somehow, I know that being close to me

is the closest he will get to glee again.

He rests his cheek on the top of my head, our proximity like two

puzzle pieces perfectly stuck together.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

He shakes his head, clinging to me tighter. “Not really. I don’t have

much to say anymore. I’m just glad you’re okay. You are okay, right?”

“Yeah, of course.”

He pauses, his lips grazing my temple as he asks, “Okay with me too,

right?”

“What do you mean?”

“Last night. I wasn’t rejecting you. I couldn’t be more attracted to you

if I tried, Leah. I just didn’t want us to use one another as some kind

of bandage in getting over our exes. I know that’s rich coming from

me and our plan, but it’s how I feel. I don’t want to use you, and I

don’t want to be used either… At least, not in the bedroom.”

I grin slightly, something so easy about Percy Elrod that makes my

blood warm when he talks. I glance up at him, my hair unkempt and

my heart fluttering like a million butterflies in my chest. His lips

purse slightly, plump and perfect for kissing. He wants to—I can see

it—and I can’t help myself.

Leaning in, his lips greet mine, and neither of us makes any effort to

stop it.

If anything, the fire has been set in his body, the flames reaching like

tentacles through the air between us while the budding excitement

overcomes us both. I writhe in his lap, my hips knocking into his

while I sit steadily on his lap. When his hands move south, finding

my hem, I know all bets are off.

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