“I’m sorry I slept in.”
“Wait a second, is the cocky Reese Whitfield apologising?”
“Don’t get too used to it.” His lips slide over mine.
“Reese,” I breathe, curling my fingers into his crinkled Henley. “Did you hear what your mum said? They want us to go have breakfast with them… and Oakley.”
“Fuck.” He steps back, running a hand down his face.
“I told her I’d come and get you.”
“Smart thinking.” He kisses the end of my nose. “We should probably go face the firing squad then.”
“They don’t know anything, Reese,” I say.
He moves away from me, the temperature cooling around us as he looks back at me, and his expression tightens, sending a sinking feeling through me.
“Let’s hope you’re right.”
6
REESE
Ifollow Olivia downstairs with dread and anticipation flooding my veins.
We were so close to being discovered. If Mum was a little less considerate of Olivia’s privacy and more concerned with her recovery after everything that happened Friday night, she’d have stumbled in and found the two of us a little too comfortable.
The fear of her storming in was a surefire way to sink my morning wood. Just the sound of her voice on the other side of the door was the ultimate antidote to having Olivia’s round arse pressed up against me.
Fuck. Just the thought of waking to her in my arms is enough to give me a semi once again.
Reaching down, I readjust myself right as Olivia looks back over her shoulder.
She stares me dead in the eyes for a beat, taking the last few steps to the ground floor blindly, before they drop to my waist.
Her brows shoot up as she registers what I’m doing. “Looking forward to this breakfast?” she asks with a smirk.
“Oh yeah, can’t fucking wait,” I mutter, storming past her and pulling my hand from my boxers.
All eyes turn on me the second I step through the doorway, but it’s Oakley mine fall on as guilt surges through me. Only this time, it’s stronger than when I looked into his eyes last night. Now, it’s not because of the weight of Olivia’s injuries and everything she went through pressing down on my shoulders, but also that I spent the night wrapped around her, that I finger-fucked her until she was trembling against me, my name nothing more than a plea on her lips.
My stomach knots and my steps falter as I swear he drills me with a knowing look.
“Are you going to get out of the way, or what?” Olivia snaps behind me, the venom in her voice making me snap out of my panic.
She’s right. Oak doesn’t know. No one does.
And they can’t. Because as bad as it would be for them to find out I’ve been fucking her, it will be nothing compared to what happens when I follow through with my plan and leave her—and them—broken in my wake, regretting the day they ever convinced me to come back here.
Unease washes through me at the thought of walking away once more. But one quick look between Mum and Christian, and then Olivia as she takes a seat beside her brother, and I’m reminded of their lies and the betrayal they all brought into our lives. Fury surges through me. And when I meet my best friend’s eyes once more, a fierce need to expose the truth and to follow through with my plan slams into me.
He deserves to know everything, to know all the lies his family was happy to tell him for months on end.
“I hope you were nice when Olivia came to wake you up,” Mum says, her voice so sweet it sets my teeth on edge.
“I’m always nice,” I grunt, pulling out the chair opposite Oak and falling into it.
Without missing a beat, I reach for the stack of pancakes sitting in the middle of the table and dump more than necessary on my plate.