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chapter fifty-eight; real life

"Why are they so nosey?" I throw my phone into the bed.

"Because it's their job?"

I look at him. "You're supposed to be mad about this!"

"I am?"

"Reece! You're my boyfriend! You're supposed to get defensive about the fact that the press thinks I'm dating my best friend."

"Well it takes the attention away from us."

I sigh. "I know, but I would rather it not be a thing."

"I'm not worried about it. You even told me yourself that it's never going to happen again between you two, and I trust you."

I smile. "You're great, you know that, right?"

"I do."

"Really?"

"Well I have an amazing girlfriend that tells me that everyday."

"Do you now?"

"I do."

I walk over to him and press my lips against his, gripping his shirt and pulling him closer. His hands rest on my waist as his lips make their way down my neck, and I moan when he hits my sweet spot. He sucks on it for a minute, and I know that I'm going to have a mark.

I pull his shirt over his head, pressing our lips back against each other's. He pushes me against the wall before pulling my shirt off and throwing it on to the floor. His hands travel up my body, stopping when he cups my face.

"Hey Reece- oh my god! My eyes!"

The door slams shut, and Reece and I look at each other before laughing.

"There goes that." He mutters, pulling his shirt back on.

"It's just Blake."

"But he's going to tell George."

"It's been almost two weeks, they would've found out eventually."

"I know, but I kind of liked the idea of sneaking around."

"Did you?"

"I did, actually."

He laughs. "Put on your shirt. Let's go tell the boys we're dating."

I roll my eyes and throw on my shirt before walking out of Reece's hotel room and into Blake and George's room.

"What the hell was that?" Blake says as we walk in.

George was sitting on his phone on the bed.

"What was what?"

Clearly he didn't fill him in.

"They were making out!"

"Blake! Not so loud!" I say and hit the back of his head.

"Well I'm sorry, but I really did not need to see you up against the wall with your shirt off!"

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