Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 135792 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 679(@200wpm)___ 543(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135792 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 679(@200wpm)___ 543(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
“Knox, wait,” he said, going after him right away as panic settled deep in his chest, because he couldn’t imagine his world without Knox. While this clash of expectations came as a surprise (even though it maybe shouldn’t have) he needed to do something to mend things. But with Knox firing all those words at him, he couldn’t quite keep up with his own thoughts.
“I just didn’t expect this. You know I hook up all the time, and you never said anything about wanting more. But you are special, because you’re my best man.”
"‘Best man’? As in, at your future wedding? Will you want a quick blowjob before or after the ceremony?" Knox shook his head, stopping in front of the parking lot, where the light of a nearby diner showed how red his eyes were. "You're out of your fucking mind! I wish you never fucking kissed me! It’s all a fucking game to you.”
That hurt way more than the punch had, but Liv followed him and tried to grab his hand, only vaguely noticing the police car parked outside the diner. The cops were likely getting their food. And why the fuck was it so hard to put his thoughts into words for once?
“That’s the whole point. I don’t want to live with some girlfriend who’s gonna be angry that I spend most of my time with you. You are—” He stalled, watching Knox piercing him with a death glare that made his lungs sluggish. He could barely breathe under the scrutiny of that punishing gaze. “You are the most important person in my life.”
“Then you shouldn’t have fucked me!” Knox roared and shoved him back so hard Liv fell back on the hood of the car behind him.
Liv hissed, shaking his head, because he could see figures approaching the windows of the diner as the patrons became aware of what was going on in the parking lot. “Well, you needed that, and don’t deny it. And I really fucking like doing it. It’s not a crime, and it doesn’t mean I don’t care.”
He was trying to make sense of everything, but going by Knox’s expression, he’d just taken the safety pin out of a grenade inside Knox’s chest.
“You have no idea what I need!” His hands were on the front of Liv’s jacket, and he pulled Liv forward, just to shove him back against the car. Liv grabbed Knox’s wrists to try and stop this madness.
“Well then fucking tell me, Knox. I’m not a mind reader,” Liv pushed out through gritted teeth, but his gaze settled on the cop watching them through the window. “We’ll get arrested.”
“I need you to…” Knox mumbled, but turned back to glance at the policewoman. Another cop was already leaving the diner and headed their way with a stern expression.
“Shit,” Liv mumbled and blindly unlocked their vehicle. “Get in the car,” he said, trying not to look toward the cop. Civilians might not recognize their faces all the way here, but what if they got ID'd? It was a risk they could not afford.
“Hey! You two!” the cop yelled out, but at least Knox wasn’t fighting Liv over this.
He circled the car in express mode and by the time Liv was behind the wheel, Knox’s seatbelt clicked. In the corner of his eye, Liv saw the two figures move, with the policewoman dashing out of the diner, but by the time her partner reached their parking space, Liv had already backed out into the street and dashed away with a squeak of wheels.
“Lower your head,” he growled, stomping onto the gas pedal. Because fuck knew what would happen.
When the cops had come to arrest Knox’s dad, they ended up having to shoot him in the leg to keep him from running off, and Liv was not risking Knox, who could not do anything to aid their escape in the passenger seat anyway.
This car wasn’t made for racing, and it sped up with a wheeze, but it needed to do, and Liv squeezed the steering wheel harder as they dashed along the small-town street.
Knox yelped when Liv knocked a few flower pots off someone’s fence during a sudden turn. “I obscured the plates with mud,” he said, bracing himself against the dashboard.
As fucking terrible as their situation was, at least behind the wheel Liv felt confident. Knew what he was doing. In comparison, the confusing argument with Knox had been like trying to find his way in a desert. In a boat and without paddles. This race only had one goal. To lose the cops. And he hadn’t succeeded yet, because he heard the siren and saw the blue-red light in the rearview mirror.
The thought of Knox in prison made Liv go faster through the sleepy street. He’d wreck this car but get them out of reach. Hell, he’d wreck anyone and anything to get Knox to safety. And if all failed then, well, he would take all the blame, because Knox didn’t deserve to face the dangers waiting behind bars.