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“Oh, baby, I have.” He steps toward me and traces a path along my jawline with his fingertips. “You want to know how?”
“Not particularly, but I’m sure you’ll tell me, anyway,” I retort, eliciting a snort from Blaise.
The corners of Reece’s lips curve into an artful smirk. “You’re right; I will. And that’s part of the change.” He reduces the space between us even more. “But the other part of this change has to do with me no longer holding back.”
My head angles to the side. “Hold back with what?”
He rakes his teeth along his bottom lip. “You remember the night when we were in high school and I got you high at that party, and you asked me why we weren’t popping the pills instead?”
I nod. “And you told me you didn’t think you should be doing those pills with me.”
“Yet,” he stresses. “But now, all bets are off.”
“So, the change is that you’ll pop pills with me?” This doesn’t make any sense.
And he offers no real explanation, only these words, “Oh yeah. We’re gonna pop all sorts of pills eventually.”
I grimace. “Why do I feel like you’re speaking metaphorically?”
“Because I am.” Still grinning like a dumbass, he turns on his heels and starts down the hallway with a swagger.
I glance at Blaise. “What the heck is he even talking about?”
Blaise sighs. “He’s just being his annoying self.” He twines our fingers together, and we head in the direction Reece is walking in.
“So, that hasn’t changed,” I point out.
Blaise smiles. “I don’t think it ever will.”
“Will you two stop talking shit about me?” Reece calls out, his amused tone reverberating down the hallway. He stops in front of another closed door, to which he pushes open. “Now this is my room, but I think you would’ve been able to tell without that introduction.”
I completely understand the meaning of his statement as I step over the threshold. Unlike with Ryder’s room, Reece’s walls are the opposite of bare, covered in paintings, photos, and shelves holding sculptures, knickknacks, and even a few bongs.
“Yeah, this is definitely your room.” I face him as he stands in the doorway. “You want to know how I know that?” I don’t wait for him to reply. “Because of all the clothes on the floor, the unmade bed, and the general disorganization.” I smirk at him because I’m totally lying. Well, the room is sort of messy, but that’s not how I could tell it’s his room.
Reece is an artist. And every spot in this room is painted with that trait, from the easel in the corner, to the tubes of paint on the dresser.
Blaise laughs from the doorway then hurriedly presses his lips together when Reece shoots him a dirty look.
“I know you’re messing with me,” Reece tells me while narrowing his eyes, “but I’m still getting you back.”
“How—”
I trip back as he rushes at me. Then his arms loop around my waist and the fucker starts to tickle me.
“Stop,” I try to sound angry but end up sputtering a laugh. “Reece!” I squeal as I attempt to wiggle away from him. “This isn’t fair.”
“It’s never been fair, and yet I’ve always done it.” He moves with me as I trip toward his bed and fall down onto the mattress.
I attempt to get up, but he straddles me and pins my arms above my head.
“God, this dress is beautiful madness. Just like you,” he remarks as he attempts to move the fabric out of the way so he can tickle me just above my knee. With the split up the front, he gets easy access, and the moment his fingers touch my flesh, I let out a squeal. But a shattering second later, fragments of memories sear at my brain.
His hands are all over me.
“Stop it!” I cry as I struggle to get away from him.
He pins me down and laughs. “I will … when I’m done.”
