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“I’m… I’ll, uh, check my schedule.”

“Great, so it’s a date!”

What? I never agreed to anything.

Evie clears her throat then faces our classmates, taking a deep breath before beginning her part of the speech. Her chest heaves with her inhale, and my eyes are drawn to that damn wet spot. Her hard nipples are visible through her soaked shirt. She shivers a little and gets on with it, her voice strong and clear like nothing’s wrong.

Oh, hell. This girl could shoot me down twice as hard as she just did to Jake, and it wouldn’t even matter. I’ve got it so bad, there’s no hope for a cure. My dick is right back to DEFCON 1 of throbbing and wanting.

A brush of bare skin against my arm startles me. Zoe. Sitting way too close for my comfort. I’ve gotta rein my boner in before she thinks I’m hard for her. Taking a couple of deep breaths, I refocus on the front of the room and remind myself I only have to make it until after school for some relief. If I get to the locker room early enough, no one else will be in there to catch me playing with myself while I fantasize about playing with Evie.

The next ninety minutes are going to be an unfair test of my resolve.

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