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“By the way,” I say. “How was your conversation with Rose? You’re still in one piece, so I presume it went well.” Lo chokes on a sip of whatever’s in his flask, and I pat his back. “Excuse me,” Lo says. “You talked with Rose? Like had a fully formed conversation?” Connor nods. “I even invited her tonight.”
LET'S GOOOOO. we get to see TENSION.
Connor says, “She’s not coming.” Is that disappointment in his voice? “She said she’d rather skin my cat.” He smiles. Like actually smiles at that. Oh my God, were they flirting with each other over the phone?
AWHHHH. they're both insane omg.
“Just repeat this phrase whenever you feel the urge to jump some other guy’s bones.” His mouth brushes my ear. “Loren Hale fucks better.”
THE. quote. ™
One of Thomas Jefferson’s Ninja Turtle cousins grabs me around the waist before I reach my boyfriend. “Hey!” Lo and Connor yell in unison.
“Can you do me a favor, Ryke?
HELLO?????? this feels like a crossover episode.
“I’ve just seen Smallville on television.
“Get in the car,” Ryke urges.
okayy, helping themm.
“That’s not yours to trash!” “Yeah? I take it that’s your boyfriend?” I glare, not saying a word otherwise. Connor watches curiously but only observes. Ryke swishes the liquid. “This,” he says, “caused all the fucking drama today. So I’m doing him a favor, you a favor, and everyone else in this fucking limo a favor by tossing it out.”
bro.
He goes for the window again, and I spider the door, my arms stretched out to stop him. He places a hand above mine—his body so close that I feel the rise and fall of his ribs against my chest. Oh God…
girl this is your sister's mannn.
“I’m trying to help your boyfriend.”
“This is Ryke Meadows, captain of the track team. Michael and Matt are on it as well.”
the TRACK team??? are you kidding. IMDEAD.
“Just to clarify, I actually kind of like these two. Never a dull moment.”
i love connor idc.
“Because if you thought Lo was in serious trouble, I don’t think you’d do a thing about it. And that fucking pisses me off.”
A fist bangs on the door. “Loren Hale!” Connor calls. “You better wake up. You promised me gym. I want gym.”
HELPME. HE'S SO CUTE. i want gym. i want YOU, connor.
“I’m sorry. I can be insensitive sometimes.”
understatement of the year, but i'll warm up to him eventually.....
Can I watch porn with you tonight? You clock more time with your remote than me. Jealous. – Lo I clutch my phone to my chest, hoping Ryke didn’t catch a peek. My elbows blush anyway. “You’re turning red.”
IMCRYINGG.
“Why do you want to fix him so badly?” Ryke stares at me with more empathy than I thought he was capable of. “My father is an alcoholic, and I don’t want Lo to turn out like him. I wouldn’t wish that on anyone.”
Lo calls to me from the bedroom. “Lil, we’re going to watch Blow Hard, and I’m going to fuck you better than…” He trails off to read the label on the back of the DVD while my eyes bug, not willing a peek at Ryke by my side. “…a group of pierced thugs. Huh…” “Lo!” I yell. “I don’t like that one either,” he says. I hear the sound of DVD cases clattering together. Ryke clears his throat beside me, and I glimpse at him for a millisecond, catching sight of his raised brows at me. Can this get more awkward? “Or would you rather I sucked every part of you, love?” Oh my God.
IMSCREAMINGGG.
“We have company,” I remind him. “Like I give a shit,” Lo whispers. He kisses me hard, stealing my breath, and my back arches to meet his pelvis. His hand slips into my jeans pocket. Ryke says, “Lily.”
BRO THEY'RE ACTUALLY INSANE.
“I make out with my girlfriend, you stand there. I put my hand down her pants, you stand there. I tell you I’m going to fuck her, you stand there. What am I supposed to make of that?”
When I pass Ryke by the sink, the guy gives me a look like help me. I’m trying, I mouth. Try harder, he mouths back. I flip him off in a knee-jerk reaction, and he rolls his eyes.
HELPME. I LOVE THIS WHAT.
He downs half his drink, and Ryke’s body tightens, as though each time Lo takes a sip is a bullet to his chest. His reaction actually makes me sidle to Lo and try something else. I stand on the tips of my toes and whisper in his ear, “Hold me.”
OKAY SMARTTT.
“It’s used to denote Marvel’s primary continuity. There’s a string of comics that all fit together in sequential time…” I feel something cold on my lower back and stifle a gasp. Lo runs an ice cube on my skin, teasing…and
THE GASP I JUST LET OUTTT. LORENNNN.
The ice shocks me, and I flinch from Lo. I spin around and set my hands on his chest. Stop, I mouth. His lips find my ear, and I have a feeling he’s glaring at Ryke as he whispers to me, “I’m going to take you so hard, you’re going to come with every thrust. And when you’re swollen and wet, all it’s going to take is me inside of you. I won’t even have to move for you to cry out.”
HOLYYYY.
I need him. Now.
real.
“Lily…” His amber eyes glass over. Is he about to tell me to stop? I frown in confusion. “What?” After a long moment, he whispers, “Nothing.” He releases his hold, and I watch his cheeks sharpen to ice. My knees hit the floorboards, and I pull down his boxer-briefs in a systematic routine. He keeps his hand on the back of my head, and I try to forget the sadness in his eyes, the kind that can call on silent tears.
i just want loren's thoughts omg. longing for loren's pov :')
“Miss Calloway, Rose is here to see you.” I relax and press the button. “You can send her up.” “Rose?” Connor heard the security attendant’s voice.
YESYESYES
a picture of a guy pulling the girl’s ponytail as she straddles him backwards, and Lo whispers, “Later.”
DAMNN. LOREN HALE.
“Or you could go out with me tonight.”
CONNORRRRR. I JUST CRASHED OUT. he's my fav man right now. OHMYGODDD.
“Did I say first row? I don’t think I did.” He tilts his head. “You really need to get those ears checked, Miss Calloway.” Oh, that was sexy.
lily is so real.
Rose barely glances at them since Connor has infiltrated her safe space. She breathes all heavily and her cheeks start to flush. Aw, my sister is actually affected by the guy. It’s a once in a lifetime happening. She hands one ticket back to him. “Pick me up at seven. Don’t be late.” “I never am.”
AWHHHH.
Daisy is probably being fitted right now in a silk day dress for the everyday kind of girl.
RYKE IS ABOUT TO SEE DAISY FOR THE FIRST TIME.
and I can faintly hear Ryke asking Lo about Daisy’s modeling career.
oh??
He looks pissed.
HE CARES ABOUT ROSE!!!!
“He left. He was sick.” “I think it was something we ate,” I say. Connor’s eyebrows furrow in disbelief. “Was that before or after you left to screw in the car?”
BROO CONNOR.
I don’t know if Lo realizes that I learned about one-night stands from his father’s numerous flings. I hope not. And I’d never tell him.
omg stop.
“Yeah! I’d wear a peacoat!” What? Is Rose asking him for fashion advice? The world really has gone mad.
AWH.
I don’t see his face, and in my head I imagine it being Lo or maybe Prince Charming. Someone other than Mr. Reality. I close my eyes and float on the idea. The hand moves across my belly and then up underneath my shirt. Past the soft flesh of my abs and onto my padded bra. My breathing shallows and I sink back into the body.
oh nah.
“Go grope someone else,” Connor tells the guy calmly, but his hand tightens on my elbow.
CONNORRRR.
“You’re scaring me,” I murmur. His gaze softens a fraction. “I’m fine, Lily.
A nameless guy with a face like a wolf, scruffy chin and dark eyes, saunters in. Is he the one I accidentally brushed up against? I don’t break his gaze, and he takes the invitation.
NO BRO.
“Get the fuck off her!” Screaming. Terrible screaming. And the pressure behind me leaves. I’m numb, but I subconsciously pull up my jeans, covering myself like this is any other night. I look to my left, and Ryke grips the guy by the arms, fighting against his drunken, hostile movements. The guy swings. Ryke ducks, and then slams him into a stall.
HELLOOOO.
Ryke checks his pulse and then nods to me. “Are you okay?” A welt grows on his cheekbone like the guy elbowed him. I blink away tears. “I asked for it.” Ryke’s face contorts, like I physically impaled him. “What? Why would you fucking say that?”
“I’m going to make some coffee. If you want to go to bed, I understand, but I’d like to talk to you.”
connor knows.
Connor returns with a tray of coffee and passes me my mug of hot chocolate. “It’s too late. I already texted Rose.” “What?” I squeak. “She’s on her way.”
BRO CONNOR. SHE DOESN'T KNOW ABOUT LO'S ADDICTION.
“Where’s Lo?” She clears her throat, choked. I chime in, on an automatic setting. “He’s asleep.” “Unconscious,” Connor corrects me.
CONNOR.
She holds tighter. “I am right here. I am not going anywhere.”
awh, i like rose :');
“You cannot get rid of me, Lily. Nothing you do or say will make me leave. If you don’t tell me now, then I’ll hear of it in a year…” “Stop,” I cry. “…three years, five years, a decade. I’ll wait for you to tell me.” She’s crying—a girl who never cries, who squirms at the sight of tears and a wailing baby. “I love you. You’re my sister. That will never change.” She squeezes my hands. “Okay?”
omg.
“You’re addicted.” I wait for her to laugh or to convince me that I made it all up. “Lily,” she says, very softly. “Do you know how this started—why you’re like this?” Her cheeks concave. I read her thoughts. Were you molested? Abused? Touched by some distant uncle of ours?
omg, rose is so understanding. :')
