Page 29 of Manhattan Tormentor

Finn:Give me your address and say that to my face.

Sage:You’re the one who stalked my phone #. Figure it out yourself.

Finn:I’ll be fifteen minutes.

Sage:Can’t wait, tough guy.

Oh, that shit. He sounds like an accommodating gay saint and it pisses me off further. He has me juiced. It doesn’t take three minutes for me to Google the Fierro mansion. It’s not far from my house. Why didn’t I ever know that?

After grabbing my keys, I turn to Bates who has a chick on his lap, she’s nibbling his ear and texting at the same time.

“Listen, I’m out, bro. Catch you later.”

“Hey, you okay? Shit still rough at home?”

“Nah, dad is giving me the cold shoulder. He doesn’t know it’s what I want.”

“You can crash at mine, you know. Mom already likes you better than me.”

I smirk and tap him on the shoulder, grateful. “Only cause she tries to squeeze my young boy ass.” I joke and miss his fist coming toward my chest.

“You fuck-nugget,” he laughs and I wave over my shoulder. “Still coming to the party later?”

I tell him yes, but who knows.

It’s raining by the time the cab drops me off.

And there he is.

Jesus, he’s actually waiting for me like he wants to get beat up.

The kid has a screw loose.

Or I do. Because I prowl forward, the mechanical gates guarding his house open for me.

He’s wet through, golden hair scraped off his forehead. I hate how sexy he looks. My shirt is damp, clinging to my chest. I realize as we stare at each other, we probably look like one of those teen fucking romance movies, where they do some shit in the rain.

In every drunk or sober situation, this shouldn’t be happening.

I shouldn’t be looking at his mouth like I’m on death row and he’s a steak dinner.

I’m not gay.

My drunk-ass brain chants over and over until the lie is part of my taste buds.

My hazy eyes focus. He presses into my chest before I know it, and he tugs the front of my hair until my mouth is hovering over his.

“Your move, Maverick.” He says with calm ease. Rain drips off his tempting lips.

Goddamn.

C H A P T E R 8

Sage

This is eye-fucking.

It’s hot, addictive, and a little bit nasty.

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