Page 93 of Until Him

He looks like he wants to take care of that for me, but a knock on the door has me sitting upright.

“Shit,” Theo mutters and I watch as he pulls on a pair of pants and a shirt, and I jog to the bathroom to change. Don’t need to scare anyone off.

Not that they’d be scared. Impressed, maybe.

When I come walking out, I see a blonde girl sitting at his desk, leaning over a textbook and I catch Theo’s eye.

“Bye,” I say, and Theo pulls his bottom lip between his teeth, and I fight the urge to kiss him.

Ah hell, what the fuck ever.

I move into his space and plant one right on his lips.

He freezes slightly, but still, his mouth moves against mine.

When we pull apart a moment later, the girl is blinking up at us, her mouth agape.

Yeah, this will probably get around. Don’t mind that one bit.

Theo’s mine.

“See you tomorrow,” I tell him, my thumb brushing against his cheek and he nods.

“Bye, Logan.”

I say bye to Curie and let myself out.

I can’t wait for dinner tomorrow night.

fifteen

THEO

“I’m nervous,”I tell Curie as I stir the pasta in the pot. “Like really fucking nervous.”

Curie just opens a cabinet and disappears inside. She’s tired of hearing about it and I don’t blame her. I don’t know why I invited him over when I knew I’d feel like this—nervous and excited, and just completely overwhelmed.

But the invitation had just slipped out and he looked so damn happy about it.

The truth is, I’m tired of pushing him away.

So, until the semester ends, I’ve decided that I’m going to just let it be. I won’t bring up the tutoring for sex deal, I’ll just let us do what feels natural, and then we can see where this goes.

Part of me thinks he’ll set me aside once he doesn’t need me anymore, because we all know I’ve been fooled before. I still cling to that cynicism, like a security blanket. It keeps me safe. But the tiny sliver of hope chants in my head almost incessantly that he’d never do that.

I have to just ride this out and see what he wants from me when the semester is over, because I’m not putting myself out there again.

I can’t do that to myself.

The knock on the door has me shutting the burner off and making my way to answer it.

When I open it, my breath leaves me in a whoosh because holy hell, Logan is dressed up. He’s wearing clean, fitted dark jeans and a blue button-up shirt.

God, he’s sex on a stick. My dick immediately hardens in my pants. I want him all the time now.

I remember the first few times we’d fucked around, I was so nervous I couldn’t even get hard. I’d expected him to mock me, to make me feel like shit, like all the men that came before him. But now, my dick is perpetually hard when I’m around him.

“What the fuck are you wearing?” I blurt.

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