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I’m fishing for information. I could easily ask her, but I want an excuse to talk to him. To feel him out. Look where his head is.
“No, she stopped by to surprise me. She went and bought me this"—he picks up a bottle of acne cream—"for my face and came to show me how to use it.”
The way he said it, I have a ball stuck in my throat.
I try to swallow and manage to say, “Oh, I had no idea she was stopping by.”
“Is there a problem?” he asks with an eyebrow raised.
My lips twitch because of the funny way he looks with the white cream all over his face.
“It looks like someone jizzed on your face, but no, I don’t have a problem.”
“She did this for me.”
“I did what?” Melody asks, walking back into the kitchen.
“Nothing,” we both say in tandem.
I point to the sliding glass door and say,“ I’ll be outside while you two finish up.”
“You don’t have to go. I’m almost done,” she says.
But she doesn’t understand that I’m jealous. I’m jealous of her alone with my brother. I want to take her to my room, rip her clothes off, and claim her as mine. I don’t want her taking care of his face or stopping by because of him. I want her to stop by because she can’t stand not being around me. It’s shitty of me to think this way, but there is something else that bothers me. She told him she didn’t date. I caught that part when I walked in, but then there was silence. There was more I didn’t catch. I want to know more. What did she say before I showed up? What did she tell him? What did he ask?
Did he ask her out, and she turned him down? Does Azriel want Melody for himself?
I jump in the pool after taking my clothes off and swim in just my boxers. I take my frustration out in the pool. Both angry and sexual. I thought of going to the shower to jerk off and think about her, but that would be weird. She’s in the house with my brother, and I’m fucking myself in the next room at the thought of her.
I break the surface when I reach the end of the pool and see her watching me from the edge.
“Want to go for a swim?” I ask.
“I don’t have a bathing suit.”
I look down at my boxers, the imprint of my dick piercings visible underneath the water with bright red lights. “I don’t either.” She blushes and looks away. I take the opportunity to get closer to the edge so she can’t see how hard my cock is. “Jump in. It’s warm.” Her eyes land on me. “There is nothing to worry about. I won’t let you drown. I’m a good swimmer.”
“I heard you’re the best swimmer in Kenyan, possibly in the state of Ohio.”
She isn’t wrong. After the guys graduated, I was the best.
“You should come and see me sometime. Judge for yourself.”
“You want me to see you swim?”
“Yeah, why not? Have you ever been to a swim meet?”
“I never knew a guy who swam competitively before.”
“Now you do.” I smile. “Will you come see me on Friday? Cheer for me?”
“You want me to cheer for you?” She laughs. “I think you have plenty of people to cheer for you.”
“But I want you there, and...” I smile. “For you to tell me if I suck. If I don’t, and win, you promise to let me take you out on a date.”
Her smile fades, and I get nervous inside. I want her to see me swim. I want everyone to know she is there because of me. I also want to take her out on a real date with flowers and shit.
“I don’t know, Valen,” she stammers. I see something in her eyes. Fear. I would never hurt her. “I don’t mind going to see you compete, but I’m not.”
