Page 30 of Lost Boy

I step back and close the door, all while I have a tiny beast on my shoulder, who is kicking and screaming like a crazy person. Throwing an absolute fit.

“Damn, woman.” I laugh, walking into the house and kicking the door shut. “You’re strong for being, like, five foot nothing.”

As we head upstairs, I breathe her in for a few more seconds, knowing that’s all I’ll ever get when it comes to her. A few seconds. That’s all.

Pushing her door open, I walk inside before dropping her on her bed. I make it to the door when she throws herself in front of me, pushing her back to the door and closing it.

Her finger pokes into my chest as she glares up. “I am five foot two, asshole!”

I smirk down at her, unable to stop myself because she’s so fucking cute.

I bob my head up and down slowly. “My bad. Trust me, I’ll be the first to admit … every inch counts.”

“Yeah, well, that’s because you probably have a tiny penis to go with your tiny heart. And—”

I stop her mouth with my finger, putting it to her lips.

“Gotta stop you right there.” I glare at her. “I’m far from tiny—I promise you that, angel.”

“You’re annoying,” she hisses. “And that’s not once, but twice that you’ve shown up when I was with Nash.” She steps closer, close enough that her tits almost push against me. “How would you like it if I showed up and cockblocked you? Huh? What if I showed up when you were with your precious Poppy and did that?”

“Go for it. You’d be doing me a favor.” I shrug. “Besides, his cock wasn’t going anywhere near you, sweet thing,” I say arrogantly. “So, there was nothing to block.”

“Oh, it might have.” She stands taller. “Maybe I wanted hiscocknear me. Maybe I wanted him inside of me. Did you ever think of that before you went and messed it—”

“Shut up,” I snarl.

My lips are on hers before I can stop myself, mostly because I don’t want to hear her mouthy words. She doesn’t kiss me back, but instead, she shoves me.

“You didn’t want him. Stop fucking lying to yourself and me.”

“You can’t do that!” She hits my chest. “You can’t do shit like kiss me!”

“I had to shut you up before you said more stupid shit. And let me ask you, is that why you’re here instead of there?” I growl, narrowing my eyes at her. “Is that why you took off right afterI did?” Slowly, I give her a small smirk. “That’s what I thought, Haley. You danced with him for an hour. And it took me a matter of minutes to show up, ruin your night, and have you following me home. Nash is no one to you. And we both know it.”

“I did not follow you!” she jeers, anger radiating from her petite body. “Get over yourself!”

“You don’t think I feel the way your body melts against me every time I touch you?” I mutter. “You don’t want Nash, Haley. Part of me wishes you did, but you don’t.”

She stares up at me, nostrils flaring. “I … I don’t know what you mean.”

It takes me a second, but eventually, I blink a few times and will myself back to reality. My head is still spinning, and I’m too wasted to be saying these things to her. Mostly because if I wasn’t this hammered … I wouldn’t say any of them at all.

As I start to step around her, she puts her hand on my abdomen. “Why do you keep getting in my way? Every time I’m having fun, you appear. Like fucking Houdini.” Her eyes fill with tears. “It’s hard to stop wanting you when you won’t leave me be.”

I try to think of something, anything, that won’t blow my cover. I can’t say what I’m actually thinking.

Because I want you, Haley. I’ve wanted you since the second you walked into this fucking house.

“Because I want to protect you,” I say, emotionless. “That’s all.”

“And I think that’s bullshit,” she whispers. “I think you feel it too. That feeling when we touch.”

“Nope.” I shake my head. “I don’t feel anything when it comes to you or us, Haley.”

Her eyes seem to haze over as she pulls her hand back, only to move it lower and slide it under my shirt. And when she does … I’m fucking weak in the knees.

She continues to move it upward before stopping on my chest. “If you feel nothing, why is your heart beating so fast?”

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