Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 77287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
“Well,” I say. “Good night, then. I’ll quit bugging you.”
I’m only a few steps down the hallway before my phone buzzes in my pocket.
When I pull it out and see Weston’s name on the screen, it feels like I’ve just won a game I didn’t know I was playing.
But it also makes my heart happy.
I like seeing Weston come out of his shell.
There you are.
I’m sorry.
For pushing me in the pool or for almost kissing me?
I know if I turned around and went back to his doorframe, he’d be right there inside his room waiting.
There’s no reason to text like this, but I humor him anyway.
Torturing him, while I torture myself at the same time.
Who said I was going to kiss you? Not going to force you into something you wouldn’t let me do.
I would have let you.
…
With consequences, obviously.
What is that supposed to mean?
If your tongue was in my mouth I’d make you put it on my cock, too.
He’s typing a reply.
Slowly.
I watch the little dots on the screen come up, then go away, then come up again a few times.
I should sleep.
Did you start touching yourself the moment I walked down the hall?
Sevan. Omg.
Are you still stroking your cock *right now*?
He’s slow to respond to that one, too.
Wouldn’t you like to know?
That’s a yes.
My cock throbs. I duck into the bathroom nearby and change into the sweatpants and long-sleeve he lent me, and I’m practically shaking with how much I want him. My cock is an incessant ache now. I hum under my breath, reaching down to grip my erection through the sweatpants.
I text him back.
You know, earlier tonight I kept looking around and I couldn’t find a single person at this party who I think would take my dick as eagerly as you did. It’s starting to bother me.
Maybe you should do something about that. I have to turn my phone off. Hope you have a good night.
Nothing and no one in here is going to sate the craving that’s running deep in my veins right now.
I’m already walking back toward his door before I have a moment to curb my impulse. My veins are full of the wicked fuel of adrenaline that I usually only get at Zenith nights. Like I’m hunting. Like there’s some pure, raw need in my blood that I won’t hesitate to fulfill.
I knock on his door before turning the knob, and I find that he didn’t bother locking it at all.
9
Weston
I hold my breath as I hear a knock and realize Sev is actually coming back.
So fucking screwed.
I feel like something’s snapped inside me. My heart skips a beat in my chest as my eyes adjust.
It’s obvious that it’s not a crush, now, but a full-blown mental deterioration, my cock causing me to want things that I know damn well aren’t good for me.
The first thing I see is a glimpse of Sev’s tattoos, peeking out from my rolled-up long sleeve in the dim light filtering through the window.
The bottom of the raven’s wing.
I see the edge of the wrap I put around his arm, too.
“Hi,” Sev says in a low tone.
I’ve been caught red-handed.
Every inch of my body flushes with heat, like I’m blushing all the way from my face down to my fucking legs.
My cock is still hard, and being in the same ten-foot radius of Sevan Berlant is the last thing I need when I’m trying to convince my mind to forget he exists.
“What do you want?” I say, blinking. “Was finally about to fall asleep, dickhead.”
“Not sure I believe that. Are your roommates around?”
“Don’t have any this semester.”
“Lucky you.”
“A couple of Onyx guys went to study abroad in France. Why are you asking?”
He steps closer toward my bed and that fire that ripped through me earlier is an inferno, now.
He looks so good I hate it.
Wearing my clothes and running one hand through his hair, which is still slightly damp and messy, with dark locks sticking up in a bunch of directions. It’s a halo above the riot of colorful ink all across his body.
I swallow past a tight throat, clutching my bedsheets over myself like I’ll be exposed if I let go.
I lick my lips, and clear my throat. “You said you’d quit bugging me.”
“I lied,” he says with a lazy shrug, cocking his head to one side as he looks at me.
He comes to sit on the edge of my bed and I feel the mattress sinking under his weight. He’s so close now that I can smell a sweet hint of whiskey on him.
“Didn’t say you could sit,” I mutter.
“Want me to spend the night?”
I furrow my brow. “Sevan.”
“I wouldn’t do anything bad. Only good things,” he says, and I twitch as I feel his hand slide under the covers.
He pushes the sheets downward and cooler air suddenly hits my torso. I sleep shirtless and I’ve never cared about that until right this moment.