Page 16 of Until Him

When my mouth is blessedly empty, I swipe at the mess on my chin, but it does nothing but smear it all across my skin.

A wad of tissues appears before me, and I grasp onto it, cleaning myself. I swipe at my eyes and sniff a little.

Damn, blow jobs are hard work. I realize I now owe several women nice thank-you cards, and maybe even apologies, because I was never as gentle as Theo was when I went at it.

“I need your number,” Theo says suddenly, and I glance up at him from where I’m seated.

“Yeah, okay,” my throat raspy and a little sore. I gulp and wince a little.

“Just in case we need to reach each other. Because I assume you will need my services until the end of the semester?”

“Yeah.”

Fuck, six more weeks until this is over. Not sure how I feel about that.

My dick doesn’t seem to mind because it’s hard and pressed against my pants.

Yeah, I guess I know how I feel about it.

I adjust my cock and grab onto my laptop and chemistry book, standing on wobbly legs. My fingers press against my sore lips, and I massage my jaw.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

I nod. “Just sore.”

He rolls his lips between his teeth and then holds out his hand.

“Give me your phone.”

Reaching into my pocket, I pull it out, enter the code, and set it in his palm.

He peeks up at me after he enters his number and then hands it back to me.

“Only text me if you can’t make it over. Do not text me for any other reason. We aren’t friends.”

My eyebrows narrow, and I shove my phone back into my pocket. Why does he have to go and be rude? Especially after all I just did for him.

“Why the fuck would I want to text you?” I mutter, and Theo visibly flinches.

I’m surprised when I see it because it’s the only clear sign of emotion I’ve ever seen from him. Now I feel like shit because maybe I hurt his feelings? I didn’t mean to, but man, this guy is so frustrating. I just reacted without thinking.

He confuses me, and I don’t know how to act around him.

“You can let yourself out,” Theo says before I can say anything else.

Alright then. I zip my lips and leave the apartment without a word.

My phone burns a hole in my pocket the rest of the night.

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LOGAN

Tutor:Opening today at 6 p.m.

Theo’s text stares up at me, and I clench my jaw. The asshole didn’t even put his actual name in my phone; just puttutor. I could just change it, but I don’t.

Everything with him is so impersonal. It bothers me a little. I looked up his social media but his profiles are private, so I can’t find out anything about him.

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