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"Good girl. Now suck." I peer up at him through my lashes as I work the lime into my mouth, savoring its bitter, tangy taste.
He takes the lime from my mouth, casting it aside on a crumpled napkin. I tilt my head back, anticipating the burn of alcohol down my throat, when I see DeLuca take the shot himself. He hooks his thumb under my jaw, running it up to my lips, where he uses it to pry my mouth open. Bending down, he lets the smoky Tequila run into my mouth, sealing my jaw with his hands as he whispers, "swallow." The alcohol burns and my eyes water in response. DeLuca smirks. I stick my tongue out and use it to capture a rogue drop of tequila dripping down my chin.
I tentatively reach out to rub his growing bulge through his pants and he groans at the feel of my hand. He places his hand in mine and pulls me up.
"Which room is yours?"
I point as he picks me up, forcing me to wrap my legs around his waist as he carries me to my bed. Matt, Mia, and Lex gape at me open-mouthed across the room. He throws me down and I land in a heap of soft blankets.
"Stay," he commands as he turns on his heel and leaves.
Maybe it's the alcohol or maybe it's just me, but I believe his story. Who am I to judge, anyway? He's jealous about Julian, about everyone who has ever touched me, so why can't I be?
DeLuca arrives back wordlessly, carrying a glass of water and two Ibuprofens.
"Thank you," I mutter graciously. I drink the entire glass in a few gulps and wash it down with the Ibuprofen.
"What do we do now?" I ask suggestively. He stands stock still and closes his eyes. What the fuck happened?
"I'm going to tuck you in, say goodnight to your friends, and head home." He sounds like he’s trying to hype himself up for a math test.
"Is that so?" I smirk.
"That's so." His jaw ticks as he says it.
"I don't like that idea." My fingers itch to touch him, my mouth eager to welcome him back.
"You're drunk, Olivia."
"And?"
"And nothing. I don't take advantage of women." His voice rises with conviction and finality.
"But you do. Poor little old me having to sit in your class, looking at you week after week." I pout, settling further onto the bed with my thighs wide open for him.
"I mean it. I'm going to tuck you in. What drawer is your pajamas?" He crosses the room to my dresser, a man on a mission.
"Top."
He opens the drawer. "There aren't any pajamas in here." He glances at me as I give a wicked grin.
"Right. I don't sleep in any."
“Fuck.” Muttering under his breath, he rakes his hand through his messy hair. I stretch overhead, bringing my shirt up my torso. I take everything else off as he holds my gaze. I can see the need in his eyes clear as day. He sticks to his plan, his willpower sure and steady as he arranges my pillows and spreads out the blankets.
"You're really not going to give in, huh?" I ask as he tucks me under the heaviest. Between the haze of the alcohol and the sweet, unexpected gesture of the night, I feel utterly peaceful.
"Thank you, Tomas." There's only a fraction of light from the outside street post, but it's all I need in order to see the tender look of adoration on his face.
He bends down, pressing a small kiss first to my forehead, then to my lips. "Anything for you, apple. I hope you know that. Goodnight."
He's almost to the door. "Will you lay down with me for a bit?" The silence hangs heavy in the room, so heavy that I think he will leave without another word. He leans against the door frame, contemplating. Debating on his resolve, probably. He scratches his stubble, sighs heavily, before turning back towards the bed. The mattress dips under his weight and he presses himself against me. I nuzzle into his scent, the feel of his fingers running through my hair, his warmth. His hands roam against my back and my arms, the dip of my collarbone. He takes the same comforting path each time. I recite the anatomical terms in my head like I'm studying for his final: T3-T7. Humerus. Radius. Ulna. Scapular. I fall asleep with our metacarpals entwined and my resolve faltering.
Chapter Twenty-One
Tomas
"Thanksforhavingme."I shake Mia, Lex, and Matt's hands on the way out. The three of them are tangled together under blankets on the loveseat. I was initially vehemently against Olivia telling them, but it’s beyond that at this point.
