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I arch my brow. “Good?”
He laughs. “Smug bastard.” He waves a lazy hand toward me. “If you stand up I’ll take care of you, too.”
He licks his lips, and I scramble to my feet. He laughs and slides to the edge of the couch.
But then he’s not laughing anymore as he swallows me down.
I’m not laughing either.
Later, we order food and veg out on the couch to watch some random movie on Lake’s laptop.
He keeps up a steady commentary the whole way through, berating whoever is on the screen for being too stupid to live like an old man yelling at clouds. He swats me with a pillow when I tell him that, and we descend into a wrestling match that ends with him straddling me and rutting against me until we both come.
I don’t remember the last time I laughed this much.
And everything—everything—about this is scary.
But in a good way.
LAKE
I make myself a simple promise—one single promise. I will have Ryker’s ass, and then I’ll call this thing quits.
Pull the plug.
End it.
One single promise.
That I fail.
Over.
And over.
And over again.
To be fair, I fail because I’m not really trying. Like… at all.
I show up at his place. We grab a bite to eat. He tells me about his day. I tell him about mine.
And then we go at each other like animals.
It’s some weird, otherworldly bubble I’m in when I’m around him. He’s a vacation from reality.
Neither reality nor a future are what I’m after here. It’s impossible, and it’s not what this is about anyway. It’s about sex and more sex, and it feels good, so really, why wouldn’t I go for it? I want him, and he, for some inexplicable reason wants to experiment.
As long as we both know what this is and don’t fuck it up with feelings, we’re good.
I stretch myself out on Ryk’s bed before I push myself up on my elbows and watch him as he inspects the inside of his fridge.
I ran into him on my way to the dining hall. We exchanged a wordless look. I skipped lunch. He skipped class. Which, just for the record, I don’t really approve of. And I’m sure the fact that I blew him and had him come down my throat against his front door will teach him all the necessary lessons, so he’ll never do it again.
“Wraps,” he says decisively, glancing at his watch. “Yeah, I think we can pull those off in thirty minutes.”
He looks up and smiles at me.
The fact that I like his smile a whole lot is both unwelcome and uncomfortable to acknowledge.
