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I frown. I hadn’t thought about asking how old he is—not that it really matters.

“Am I cradle snatching right now?”

“Maybe,” he taunts.

“Go on then…”

“Almost twenty-four.”

“Aw, wittle baby,” I tease.

He reaches for his cock. “Little?” he asks, his brows practically hitting his hairline. “I think we both know I’m not little.”

“Maybe, compared to me.”

His smirk grows as he slowly shakes his head.

“Go on,” I taunt. “Argue with me.”

“I can’t. Your cock is magnificent.”

“Magnificent, huh?” I ask, leaning a little closer.

“Yup.”

“So if you don’t want to watch TV, what do you want to do?”

There’s barely an inch between us now. His chest is heaving, and his boxers are looking suspiciously tighter than a few moments ago.

“I’ve got a few ideas. How long until your bedtime?” he asks.

“We’ve got plenty of time. I don’t usually get much sleep.”

“You might after I’ve finished with you.”

“Here’s hoping,” I mutter before wrapping my hand around the back of his neck and pressing my lips against his.

27

GARRETT

As much as I might have wanted to stay the night with Cooper, I refused to allow my fantasy to get the better of me, and after we’d enjoyed each other a few—okay, a lot—more times, I told him I was going to head out.

That felt like a really big moment, and two days on, I’m still giddy that I’ve got a real-life hockey player’s number in my contacts. Okay, so I’ve got Calvin’s as well, but he’s head over heels in love with my sister, so that’s not even close to being the same.

We’ve exchanged a few messages, but despite what I know of him from the dating app, he doesn’t seem to be much of a messenger.

I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t spent the last couple of days analyzing the shit out of that.

As his brooding artist persona, Cooper is more than happy to chat to me about all kinds of topics, but as himself, he’s still closed off and reserved.

I can only assume that I’m too close to his reality. Online, he’s still anonymous. Or at least, he thinks he is.

I’ve run at least a million different scenarios in my head for how I can tell him that I’m the one he’s been sexting with. But fear of him backing away stops me from saying anything.

And anyway, it’s not like we’re dating or anything.

We’ve hooked up twice.