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“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that,” I rasped, lifting my head, still holding him close.
“How long?” His hand slid down my chest. “Mmm. You feel so good. I want to see you naked.”
“Since you left me in the library,” I admitted, somehow finding it easier to speak the words in the dark. “Fuck, I don’t know, Nic. You’re so…you got inside my head.”
“I did?”
“You did.” I suddenly remembered something. Leaning into him, I trailed my lips down the side of his face, across to his mouth, before kissing him with the softest kiss I’d ever given to anyone. He sighed, his arms tightening around me. “Nic?” I kissed him again. “Was I in your head too? I saw a picture…”
Gasping, he shot upright. “What picture?”
“It—”
The door flew open, cutting my words off instantly.
“Your seven minutes are up. It might be longer, I lost track of time.” Ander’s grinning face appeared in the doorway, and I gritted my teeth. He caught my expression, rolling his eyes. “Don’t give me that look. You should be thanking me. You can use my room. Or JJ’s. He’s gone for the night.”
“Fuck off,” I muttered, glaring at him, and then turning my attention to Niccolò, who was unnaturally still on my lap. “Nic? Want to come back to my halls of residence so we can talk in private?”
He bit down on his lip in the most distracting way, but he eventually nodded. “Okay. Or you can come back to mine. My housemate’s working tonight, so we won’t be disturbed.”
“Okay, yours,” I murmured, forgetting Ander as I stared into Nic’s huge brown eyes. So fucking gorgeous.
“Come on.” Slipping his hand into mine, he climbed off my lap, pulling me up and out of the cupboard. We both blinked in the sudden brightness—even though the hallway lighting was dim, it was like staring into the sun compared to the darkness of the cupboard.
I angled my body away from Ander in the hope that he’d miss my erection, still fucking prominent thanks to Niccolò’s proximity, but from the smirk on his face, he hadn’t missed it.
“Have fun. Thank me later.” With a wave of his hand, he disappeared, and after throwing up my middle finger, I turned back to Niccolò. “Your house?”
As we headed towards the front door, he nodded. “It’s not far. You can tell me about the picture you saw on the way.”
I groaned. “No.”
“Yes.” His voice softened as he glanced up at me. “Please, Ben.”
The manipulative little fucker. All pouty lips and blinking lashes. I was helpless to resist.
Giving in to the inevitable, I sighed. “Okay.”
CHAPTERSEVEN
Niccolò
Bennett was holding my hand, and he didn’t seem to care. He didn’t seem to be uncomfortable with being out in the open like this. I smiled to myself. This was unexpected in the best way. When JJ had invited me over, telling me he had a special surprise for me, I had no idea what to expect. I’d never bothered going to one of his housemate’s parties before, because I thought they’d be too full of straight, annoyingly drunk boys. In my head, I’d pictured their parties to be like American movie frat parties, full of super-straight dickhead jocks. It was a stupid viewpoint, I knew now. I suppose my teenage years hadn’t helped, where some of the idiot popular boys seemed to act like my gayness was a contagious disease. Whatever.
Anyway, here I was, walking across campus with a cute football player next to me, casually holding my hand like it was no big deal. Why?
Raising our joined hands, I glanced up at Bennett. “What’s all this about?”
His gaze flicked to our hands, and a wry smile curled over the corners of his mouth. “Honestly? No idea. It just…happened. Somehow. Wait, didn’t you grab my hand to drag me off to your house?”
“I did. And you’re okay with that?”
He shrugged. “Why not? Are you okay with it?”
“I hold hands with my friends sometimes.”
One brow lifted. It was distractingly hot. “Yeah, but we’re not friends, are we?”His thumb stroked across the back of my hand, sending tingles through my body.
