Page 99 of Faking It With the Small-Town Bad Boy

“Never thought we would be in this position.”

I look at the hood of the car and grunt a laugh.

“Not this position, like where we’re at, but what we’ve done, Leah,”

he snickers, shaking his head before he buries a deep kiss into my

temple. “I just mean, I didn’t think I’d ever get to be with you.”

My brows furrow. “You sound like you wanted to before tonight.”

“Of course, I wanted to be with you before, Leah. Who didn’t? You

were the perfect woman in high school, and you still are. You were

known as the good girl. The one everyone wanted, but no one could

have. For a minute, I was actually…”

He stops, jerking away suddenly so he can grab his jeans. I take his

shirt hostage, throwing it over my head so I don’t have to go

searching for the clothes he tore off of me. It sits like a dress on my

hips, coving my bare ass long enough for him to turn when he’s done

adjusting the button on his jeans.

“That’s my shirt, darling.”

“It’s mine until you tell me what you were just about to say.”

“What do you mean?”

“What were you jealous of, Percy?”

His features darken slightly, and I can see this isn’t a topic he’s

jumping to speak on. I don’t care. I just want to know what he’s

feeling, or what he used to feel, and having him open up to me has

been so hard. For once, I want this to be easy for him. I want him to

be open with me.

Looking away, he says, “I was jealous of Ryan.”

My heart sinks and dives into the depths of endlessly cold water,

sinking me indefinitely. “Are you serious?”

“Of course. I was always looking for you in crowds, Leah. If not for

just a glimpse. I’d never have the courage to talk to you, or to think

that you’d look back at me, but you were the woman who got away

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