Page 175 of Fearless

With my arms over his shoulders and my fingers twisted in his hair, I drag his lips back to mine and kiss him as roughly as he ruts into me.

It is everything.

He works me to a fast and intense release before he slows the pace. With one hand on my ass, and the other planted on the tiles beside my head, he whispers my name, forcing my eyes open to look at him.

What I find staring back at me makes my breath catch.

“What’s wrong?” I whisper, his expression making my heart race for a whole new reason.

“I know… I know I’m not like them with being open about how I feel but?—”

In a rush, I press my fingers to his lips.

“I don’t need you to be like them. I need you to be you. Yeah, words are cool, but this…” I roll my hips. “I hear every single one of them while we’re like this. I get it,” I assure him, taking his face in my hands. “I know.”

My nose brushes his a beat before I claim his lips, forcing him to start moving again.

It’s long past the ten minutes he promised me when we finally turn the water off and stumble out on unsteady legs. But as much as I need to get back to reality and everyone else, we needed that moment.

The words might not have been said, but our connection is deeper than words.

Reid Harris stole my soul a while ago, and as far as I’m concerned, I never want it back.

I’m his, just as much as I know he’s mine.

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Daisy is still sleeping peacefully, and Ezra is busy chatting about some girl he met at Hallie’s, a diner on the outskirts of town that they all spend a lot of time at, when Reid and Alana join us.

While Sheila was my adopted grandmother, Hallie, the lady who owns the diner, is theirs. I’ve been there a handful of times, but once it became their place to hang out regularly, I stopped going.

The less time Reid and I spent in each other’s company back then the better.

I can’t deny that Hallie does a seriously good breakfast though.

“I’m telling you, man. She was like… a whole new level of hot,” he explains. It’s obvious that neither JD or I are paying that much attention, but his need to fill the silence with bullshit is too strong apparently.

“Dark shiny hair, full lips. A figure to fucking die for.”

“Were you dreaming again, Ez?” Reid asks, announcing his and Alana’s presence.

“Fuck you, I was not. She was real,” he argues, totally affronted that he might have made all this up.

“What’s her name?” Alana asks, a smirk of her own playing on her lips.

“I don’t know, I didn’t talk to her. But I bet it’s something exotic, sexy,” he muses.

“Sure,” Reid agrees. “Any chance you can go and fantasize about this mystery woman somewhere else?”

“Uh…” It takes him a few seconds to get his head out of the gutter, but the second Reid’s words register, he jumps to his feet. “You got it, Boss.” He gives Reid a salute before disappearing from the room.

No one says anything as he disappears, leaving nothing but his thumping footsteps and the creaks of the stairs in his wake.

“How is she?” Reid asks, his eyes on the small lump in his bed.

“Fine. Sleeping.”

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