The Bad Bae Stole My Bra - Season 1 - Episode 48

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The Bad Bae Stole My Bra - Season 1 - Episode 48

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“I guess to some respects, yes, what you’re saying is true,” Alec admits, hurrying to catch up with me. We’re
walking along the dark streets together now, and I can see him better in the light of the streetlamps.

He looks tired. “But then I suppose people go for different reasons,” He glances over at me with a small smile.

“Take you for example; you wanted to go because you just wanted the experience. Others go for an escape. For some it’s just routine.”

“So why do you go?” I ask him curiously.

“Because it’s where I pick up girls,” He answers simply, smirking a little at my disgusted expression. “I could have
lied and said that it’s for some heartfelt s--t reason, but I’m just going to put it bluntly. I’m being honest, after all.”

“No s--t,” I murmur, my nose still wrinkled from the image of Alec picking up girls. “That’s disgusting.”

“Ooh naughty Riley! Don’t use bad words,” He teases me;
“I’ll have to tell mommy!”
“Shut up dork,” I punch him in the shoulder. Well, try to.

The leather jacket sleeves are too long, and so when I try to punch him it ends up being more like a feeble stroke through the thick leather blocking my fist from its target.

Alec barks a laugh at my pathetic attempt, grabbing my arm and pulling the sleeve back from my hand.

My fist is still coiled, but he takes it gently and moves the thumb to untuck it from my fingers. His hands are warm and rough.

“You know you can break your knuckles from hitting like that, don’t you?” He chuckles softly.

By now we’ve stopped on the sidewalk but he hasn’t let go of my thumb. “Put it like this, across the fingers.” He steps a little closer, directing my thumb to the correct position.

“There
you go.”

“Thanks,” I grin, before punching him properly in the shoulder.

He doesn’t even wince, but he does nod his
head slightly in approval, chuckling as if my violence amuses him. “C’mon let’s just get home already.”

Once again we continue to walk.

Only a few streets left now, but it feels like we’re walking in the middle of the
bloody artic and seems to prolong our journey even further. “So,” I start, “Where did you live before you
came to Lindale?”

“North Carolina,” He replies, “We moved here to be closer to my mum’s sister, and my cousin. Natasha, if you’re
wondering,” He sends me a sideways pout, clearly remembering when I embarrassed him the morning
after I’d met him.

That was funny though, even he has to
admit. I snort a little at the memory. “You’d like her if you
met her,” He muses aloud, “I could probably bring you with me to see her sometime. You two would get along
well.”

“That would be nice,” I smile at my feet. “I’ve only got one cousin, but I don’t see him very often. He’s from my
mom’s side.”

“What about your dad?” Alec asks me. His voice is carefully composed, as though he senses he’s treading on possibly harmful grounds. I shrug.

Maybe he picked up on the fact that my dad wasn’t around? “My dad left
us before Jack was born,” I admit, “I don’t really know him or his family to be honest. Not that I care.”