Page 110 of Alphas Like Us
“Farrow is thelastperson in the whole universe who’d hurt me.” On the live stream, my sharp features stare back at me. My forest-green eyes look greener tonight and almost pierce thescreen.
he looks upsetomg
are youmad?
WE LOVEYOU!
ur adick
When’s WE ARE CALLOWAYairing?????
don’t besad!!
I rest my head back. “When you fuck with Farrow, you hurt me. So if you care about me at all, don’t come at him with things likeI deserve betterandhe’s not good enough for me.Farrow Keene is the only one I let in.The only one.” I’d point at my chest if I could. “That’s not by accident. It’s because he’s more than enough for me. He’s every damnthing.”
The door squeaksopen.
Fuck.
I had no plan to make somesappydeclaration. One that Farrow would love to quote for eons upon eons of time. Just to agitate the fuck out ofme.
Dear World, tell me my boyfriend didn’t hear me profess a colossal amount of love. Sincerely, a human inlove.
Farrow kicks the door closed with a growing smile. He nears my dresser and then leans his elbows on the surface. Looking only atme.
He heard what Isaid.
Without adoubt.
Using my feet, I push myself higher against the headboard. Gray sheets are crumpled beneath me. Sitting straighter, I’m careful not to jostle my phone in hand. And I focus on the livestream.
“You all should know…” I pause, layering on severity. “…I’m Farrow Redford Keene, and I have a gigantic, massive crush on MaximoffHale.”
I look up, and Farrow rubs his bottom lip, giving me a long scorching once-over. He approaches, the bed undulating with his weight, and he’s suddenlyright next tome.
In the cameraframe.
The comment sectionexplodes.
OMG it’sFARROW!!
he’s here holy shit holyshit
I’mdying!!!
Metoo.
Farrow looks at the live stream, both of us able to see ourselves in the screen. He cups the back of my head, his fingers running casually in and out of my hair. “I’m Maximoff Hale,” he says to the 117k viewers. “And thirty-four seconds ago, I lost my honestymeritbadge.”
I try to feign confusion, but laughter rumbles in mylungs.
Farrow lifts his brows at me likeyou liked that.All comebacks and potential one-upping flits away, starving for more physical contact, for his mouth against my mouth and to connect hard body to hardbody.
Before the viewers see me flashfuck meeyes at Farrow, I shut off the video. Tossing it aside, my phone slips off the mattress and clatters to thefloorboards.
I turn into Farrow; he turns into me, and our eyes meet head-on first, pulsating withneed.
And our lips collide. I break apart his mouth as I breathe into the kiss, and I taste mint against his tongue. Our hands wrestle with our clothing. He unzips me, unbuttons and wrenches my jeans to mythighs.
