Chapter 23 Leaving With The Girl

• *Reece*
• I hold the stray hand that's crawling down my bicep and turn. "Do you just go around touching men, Emily?"
• It's a firm warning I'm giving off since I'm not trying to play coy about what is happening here. And neither is she, apparently. She leans away, her eyes bearing the singed pride of someone who has never been rejected before. "Only those I wouldn't mind giving a good time," she replies.