I snap like a whip. “Who says I won’t hurt you back?”
“You’re ruthless.”
“I have to be to make it as far as I have.” I punctuate this with a kiss on his knuckle. “Obviously we can’t flirt on campus.” His chest rises, and I know I deserve a scolding, but I get ahead of it. “I know that’s a rule forme.But you did ask about my favorite book which is very sensual.”
“I must not have gotten to that part in the book yet.”
“The dirtiest thing you’ve ever said to me is you started reading Thaw, but I digress. Your place is far enough from campus we won’t be spotted.”
He nods some more, humming in agreement.
“Let’s not talk about work when we’re here together. Skating, hockey, all of that we can talk about on campus. But when we’re here, we don’t mention it.”
“Do you not like when I ask you about skating? Sorry,” he says preemptively.
“No, I don’t mind your questions. We can talk about it on campus. I would rather focus on us when we’re together.” I wait for him to object to the concept of anus.
“No work talk. Got it.”
I have the sudden urge to kiss him, but there are more pressing matters.
“What’s the arrangement while you’re here? Are we just fucking or can I make you dinner?”
I’d never considered that an option, but I’m immediately smitten. “You want to make me dinner?”
“Don’t get too excited. I only know how to cook plain meat and veggies. And eggs. Lots of different ways.”
The mention of breakfast gets me thinking. “Sleepovers are probably a no go.”
He doesn’t attempt to hide the disappointment in his voice. “Why not?”
“Because Terrence will notice and he’s nosey.”
“You can’t tell him youhave plans?”
I chew the inside of my lip. “I know it’s impossible, but I’d like to avoid lying to his face.”
“Okay then…” He’s clearly disappointed, but I move on.
“We should stick to messaging each other in the app.”
He presses his lips against my ear. “Am I allowed to call you TwinkleTop?”
I push his face away, his smile spreading across my palm. “Absolutely not. I like when you say my real name.”
“You’re one of the few people who uses my full name. I like it.”
I turn around in his lap to face him. His hands settle on my ass. “So, from now on, we talk professional stuff on campus and meet back here for dates. No sleepovers.”
“Can I come to your next skating event?” The answer is obvious, even to him, but I have to be firm.
“There would be too many questions. I’m sorry. I want you there.”
He forces a smile. “I get it. Had to ask anyway.”
I press my lips to his, rolling my hips ever so slowly, the fabric of his sweatpants beginning to tent.
“Wait—” he murmurs against my lips. “We can’t tonight.”
