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alley and watch from the shadows as Ricky's men search for me in vain. They're all carrying and the intent is clear. I'm to be shot on sight.
Good thing I don't let myself be seen then. I watch them for a while before calling the cops on them, reporting the stolen car. It would be a miracle if they were still around to answer the cop’s questions, but it can't hurt.
Then I start making my way back. Like a bad omen, I have a bad feeling. Maybe I shouldn't have let Raina go alone. If Ricky gets to her, there will be blood.
Raina
L ee's apartment is exactly what I expected.
A true bachelor pad, a place where a man lives. I can't help feeling good about the fact that I can't find a single trace of a female presence. Oh, sure, posters and Playboy magazines, but not an actual, real woman. I don't doubt a guy like Lee can pick up a chick by snapping his fingers—I'm a standing testament to this—but it's obvious that none of them stays for very long.
I walk around, my interest overshadowing even the terror that I feel right now. This is kind of incredible. I spent my teenage years dreaming of getting invited to spend the night with Lee Mason, and here I am. The circumstances could be better, but checking out his apartment is like taking a tour in his head.
I've never seen a more male-oriented place. The bed in unmade, clothes discarded where it suits him. The TV is large and the gadgets are new. There's a shameless stack of condoms lying in an open drawer, hinting at recent use. Now a surge of jealousy washes over me, but I push it down. I promised myself I'd be strong. Lee was a teenage dream and teenage girls are dumb. I'll let Ed pay him for dealing with Ricky, which I'm still not sure he can do, and then we'll see each other at family dinners, I suppose.
I don't know why I told him about the baby. Pregnant women are known to be weird from time to time and I guess that was my moment. Nothing irrational about that.
I just needed Lee to know. He was driving off to pull killers away from my trail. There was a completely real possibility he'd die. Still is, but I don't want to think about that.
I just needed him to know. I expect nothing from him, really, but in that moment it seemed like honesty was the least I could do for him. I couldn't bear to have him think it was Ricky's baby. So it slipped out and I can't get the look on Lee's face out of my head. The expression was indescribable and now I need a distraction from imagining his corpse in an alley somewhere.
Trying to convince myself that it's better for me to cut him from my life after this mess is solved isn't easy to do, mostly because I wish it didn't have to be this way. Lee still acts like the douche he was to me in high school, but the guy I fell in love with is in there too.
When he didn't show up for the prom, I sort of demonized him in my head. It was easier that way, convincing myself all the good memories were fake, because he only wanted my body.
But I'm smarter now, aren't I? And the glimpses I've seen make me think there was something else going on. The way he really listened to me, the way he's risking his life for me... it isn't just an act. It can't be. And if it isn't... I've gone wrong twice now, trying to make a bad boy good. It could go terribly wrong and I might end up hurt again.
I can't stop thinking that Lee might be worth it.
Until I figure that out, I need to shut off my sexuality around him. Easier said than done when he's literally testosterone on two legs, the most gorgeous man I've ever met.
As I lazily browse his stuff, treading that fine line between looking and snooping, I think about it. I don't know how Ed found him or what the deal is with that, but he's clearly a fighter like he said. I don't think I've ever seen a guy knocked out like that. I thought it happened in action movies. But Lee has fists like steel, I remember his hands around me when he—
When he was a dick to me, again.
I have the worst taste in men. If
Good thing I don't let myself be seen then. I watch them for a while before calling the cops on them, reporting the stolen car. It would be a miracle if they were still around to answer the cop’s questions, but it can't hurt.
Then I start making my way back. Like a bad omen, I have a bad feeling. Maybe I shouldn't have let Raina go alone. If Ricky gets to her, there will be blood.
Raina
L ee's apartment is exactly what I expected.
A true bachelor pad, a place where a man lives. I can't help feeling good about the fact that I can't find a single trace of a female presence. Oh, sure, posters and Playboy magazines, but not an actual, real woman. I don't doubt a guy like Lee can pick up a chick by snapping his fingers—I'm a standing testament to this—but it's obvious that none of them stays for very long.
I walk around, my interest overshadowing even the terror that I feel right now. This is kind of incredible. I spent my teenage years dreaming of getting invited to spend the night with Lee Mason, and here I am. The circumstances could be better, but checking out his apartment is like taking a tour in his head.
I've never seen a more male-oriented place. The bed in unmade, clothes discarded where it suits him. The TV is large and the gadgets are new. There's a shameless stack of condoms lying in an open drawer, hinting at recent use. Now a surge of jealousy washes over me, but I push it down. I promised myself I'd be strong. Lee was a teenage dream and teenage girls are dumb. I'll let Ed pay him for dealing with Ricky, which I'm still not sure he can do, and then we'll see each other at family dinners, I suppose.
I don't know why I told him about the baby. Pregnant women are known to be weird from time to time and I guess that was my moment. Nothing irrational about that.
I just needed Lee to know. He was driving off to pull killers away from my trail. There was a completely real possibility he'd die. Still is, but I don't want to think about that.
I just needed him to know. I expect nothing from him, really, but in that moment it seemed like honesty was the least I could do for him. I couldn't bear to have him think it was Ricky's baby. So it slipped out and I can't get the look on Lee's face out of my head. The expression was indescribable and now I need a distraction from imagining his corpse in an alley somewhere.
Trying to convince myself that it's better for me to cut him from my life after this mess is solved isn't easy to do, mostly because I wish it didn't have to be this way. Lee still acts like the douche he was to me in high school, but the guy I fell in love with is in there too.
When he didn't show up for the prom, I sort of demonized him in my head. It was easier that way, convincing myself all the good memories were fake, because he only wanted my body.
But I'm smarter now, aren't I? And the glimpses I've seen make me think there was something else going on. The way he really listened to me, the way he's risking his life for me... it isn't just an act. It can't be. And if it isn't... I've gone wrong twice now, trying to make a bad boy good. It could go terribly wrong and I might end up hurt again.
I can't stop thinking that Lee might be worth it.
Until I figure that out, I need to shut off my sexuality around him. Easier said than done when he's literally testosterone on two legs, the most gorgeous man I've ever met.
As I lazily browse his stuff, treading that fine line between looking and snooping, I think about it. I don't know how Ed found him or what the deal is with that, but he's clearly a fighter like he said. I don't think I've ever seen a guy knocked out like that. I thought it happened in action movies. But Lee has fists like steel, I remember his hands around me when he—
When he was a dick to me, again.
I have the worst taste in men. If
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