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“I just really like you a lot,” he explained, bashful. “You feel good.”
Cause of death: Matthew Prism.
“You feel good too, baby. Give me ten minutes.”
19
Prism
No one ever made an effort.
Not the way Arsen did.
Crawling through my window with sheets and blankets, only bringing the softest, best fabrics he could find. Refusing to bring a comforter because none of them were good enough. Giving me his shoes. Wrapping me in pink. Realizing the details most people considered small were the biggest things that made me. With every discovery of something I tried to keep on lockdown, he barely batted an eye.
He whispered to me during sex.
He fucked me raw.
I don’t just mean without a condom either, but—oh my God, he was in me without a condom—I mean he exposed layers of me that had never seen the light of day. He found me in the darkness, didn’t even ask to turn on a light, patiently waiting in the shadows for his eyes to adjust so he could meet me where I was instead of expecting me to come out.
He met me in the darkness.
And now, for him, I would step into the light.
My alarm went off too soon, and I hit the snooze button for the first time in forever. Usually, I was up and eager to get to the pool. But that was before Arsen. Before I woke up spooned into the warm security of his body, the weight of relaxation anchoring me against him, the length of his magic dick snug against my ass. It was so enticing that I snuggled closer into him, surrendering once more.
The bang of a door popped my eyes open, and I blinked sleepily at the wall.
“P! You sick? What the hell are you still in—Agh!” Kruger yelled. “There’s a man in your bed!”
Kruger’s legs appeared at the side of the bed, and I blearily watched him lean over me to grab the blanket.
Before he could peel it down my body, a hand shot out, catching Kruger’s wrist.
“Keep your hands to yourself,” Arsen rumbled, his voice sleepy and growly and making me want.
Tingles raced across the back of my neck, and I made a small sound, wiggling even closer. His arm came back, anchoring around my waist, fingers tucking between my side and the mattress.
“How the hell did you get in here, Arsen?” Kruger demanded.
“Go away,” he grumbled, warm breath brushing over my already sensitive neck.
Despite having sex just hours ago, my dick sprang to life.
“This is my house,” Kruger intoned.
My alarm went off again, and even though I chose a ringtone that wasn’t too harsh, the sound was still disruptive.
I whined, tucking my chin toward my chest, and Arsen tugged the blanket closer around me.
Kruger shut off the alarm and said nothing, but his looming presence at the side of the mattress was impossible to ignore. “You want me to tell Coach you ain’t coming today because you got laid?”
I jerked up, the pink blanket falling around my waist. “You wouldn’t.”
“Of course I wouldn’t,” he replied, smug. “Got you up, though, didn’t it?”
“Fuck you, Kruger,” I grumped, wiping a hand down my face.
