Page 39 of Come Back to Me

“Yeah, you do.”

Walking towards her bedroom door, I turn around to catch a glimpse of Violet before I leave. “If you ever dress like this again, it’s going to be damn near impossible for me to keep my hands off you.”

She sucks in her cheeks and shakes her head. Her arms are hanging out in front of her body with her hands intertwined until she rushes over to me. She grabs my face, ravishing my mouth with hers.

Pulling away, I take a moment to catch my breath. “You’re dangerous, Angel.”

“I’m only dangerous when it comes to you,” she says as her fingers walk up my chest.

“You’re such a tease.”

She sticks out her tongue at me, winking one eye. “If I don’t see you, text me when you get home. Okay?”

“I will.” I kiss her cheek before I end up at her doorway. “Wish me luck.”

“Why?”

“I’m going to hang out with your brother.”

“Oh yeah, good luck. You’re definitely going to need it.”

“If I get bored, I can just picture his sister in my head kissing me everywhere.”

Her eyes grow wide like a cartoon character. “Please don’t do that.”

“No promises.” Winking at her, I walk out of her room and head out to the back patio.

It’s so loud I can’t even hear my own thoughts. The music is blasting. I’m surprised the cops aren’t here yet because of a noise complaint.

Yeah, no, I’m not surprised at all.

Georgia Prescott has the Sunset Cove Police Department wrapped around her privileged little fingers. The neighbors have learned not to mess with her.

I go down the small steps and look for Blake. Instead, I find Noah and Xander.

What the hell?

My face scrunches up to express my confusion. “What are you guys still doing here?”

“Surprised to see us, bro?” Xander asks with his hand flattened out.

“Yeah.”

“Well being here is better than being at home with my sister and Dani.” Noah studies me. “Where the hell have you been?”

“I can’t tell you here,” I say softly.

Blake appears out of nowhere, sneaking up behind me. “What can you not tell them?”

I change the subject super fast. “Dude, I’ve been looking for you everywhere.”

“Yeah, sorry. I’ve been busy.”

“Busy doing what, exactly?” Noah has this annoyed expression written all over his face.

“I wasn’t talking to you,” Blake says to Noah.

Blake turns back around to face me before Noah sticks his middle finger up at him.