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“Touche.” She smiles triumphantly, then slides to the end of the bed and grabs Reid’s discarded shirt. Sliding it on over her head, the sheet falls, exposing her breasts. She’s still bruised and her cuts are still healing, but fuck. I remember those tits well.
Reid snaps his fingers in front of my face and when I look at him, he looks ready to kill me. I just grin and fold my arms over my chest.
“Clearly, we’re fine,” Reid snaps. “You can leave now.” My eyes drift back to Heather as she bends over, showing off her perfect ass, as she searches for her bottoms. “Kiwi, I swear to fucking God–”
“I have a girl, I don’t need yours.” They both pause. Heather slowly slides her shorts on and turns toward me, looking stunned. “What?”
“You have a girl?” she asks. “Who?” Reid shoots her a look, but she stays staring at me.
“Kennedy.” Reid throws his head back and laughs. “What?”
“I thought you were serious,” he says, shaking his head. “She’s not your girl.”
“Yes, she is.”
“Why isn’t she?”
Heather and I say at the same time. Reid’s smile never falls as he sits on the edge of the bed.
“She’s such a hard ass she would never fucking date you,” he says and I clench my hands into tight fists.
“Reid,” Heather hisses. “That’s fucked up.”
“It’s true,” he shrugs. “If she hasn’t ended up with one of The Berserkers, why would she end up with him?” He throws his arm toward me, and Heather winces.
“She’s mine,” I say, my voice low, Heather’s eyes widening at my tone.
“Reid,” she says again, still looking at me. “Apologize.” He snorts, his face smug, and I see fucking red. “Apologize. Now.” He just stares at me. We play a silent game of chicken, each waiting for the other to snap first.
“Maybe I should call her,” he taunts, “ask her if she’s yours?” Heather takes a few steps back, pressing her back against the wall as she looks between us.
“She is mine,” I say again. “She is.”
“Keep telling yourself that,” he laughs. “Is this like Arianna?” I grit my teeth.
“Arianna?” Heather asks, her eyes still darting between us.
“You wanna tell her about that?” Reid reclines back on the bed, wincing slightly. “Or should I?”
“It was a misunderstanding,” I ground out.
“Misunderstanding?” he laughs. “You stalked her.”
“It wasn’t stalking,” I grumble, then turn toward Heather. “I thought we were something more than we were, and when I saw her with another guy, I got a little upset.” Reid snorts again, and my hands tighten into fists.
“A little upset?” he prompts.
“I might’ve lived in her closet for a few days,” I say under my breath.
“You lived in her closet?” Heather breathes.
“And?” Reid says. I huff out an irritated breath.
“And she took a restraining order out on me.” Heather’s eyes widen even more. “But the charges were fucking dropped!” I turn back toward Reid, my chest fiery. “I was only looking out for her. The guy she was with was a piece of shit and I just wanted to protect her.”
“So, is that what you’re doing with Kennedy?” Reid asks, lifting his brows. “Protecting her from something as a way to get close?” I open my mouth to deny it, but I pause.
That’s exactly what I’m doing.
