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“Yeah. Dean Rhodes asked me to shake things up.”
She presses her lips together and nods tightly. I have to wonder if she is counting off my art school sins in her mind.
“Okay, so, Sebastian! Let’s see what you’ve got here,” she calls out as she hurries away.
“Pretty intense piece,” Diego remarks with a smirk.
I realize that Ms. Nkimbe didn’t acknowledge Diego at all before she ran away. She practically looked through him. Maybe we aren’t very nice to models at all? This weird cross between biological and artistic freedom and good old-fashioned puritanism makes us act pretty weird.
“I should probably trash it,” I scowl.
“Don’t you dare!” he scolds me, in a low voice so no one else can hear. “That was amazing!”
With his voice so close to my ear, chills race up and down my body. From the look of him, he found the experience pretty satisfying too.
When I am making art, I feel like I am deep inside a physical space. Beyond words. I can barely remember the art school protocols. I am bursting at the seams. It’s practically dangerous how primal it feels.
And doing something like this is almost too real.
“You want me to bring it back to the suite?” I choke, but my voice is hoarse and I can tell he hears the longing in it.
“Do you know our rules?” he asks.
“I think so,” I answer nervously.
I know now he means the team rules. Being with him means being with all of them.
“Definitely you should bring it back to the suite,” he winks.
Staring at his mouth, I can’t help but think about the kiss, the one I was ready to get swept up in. Everything he does only hints at everything that is to come.
Am I ready? For all of this?
Chapter 16
LINDY
After sculpture, Diego walks me back to the fraternity house. I see some of the other coeds giving me startled glances and after a while I figure out that I saw them this morning, when I was walking with Zeke.
And here I am, brazenly walking with Diego.
But you know what, I am an art student. We are not constrained by the rules of normal folks, or so I hear. Not in our fashion, not in our attitudes, not in our endeavors. So screw it, everybody can just go ahead and wonder what it is that I’m doing with these men.
Which makes me wonder, are the guys in the BUST? Did anybody ever notice what a “team” they are, maybe get a little bit curious about them?
They do seem to be celebrities. Lots of guys smile and jerk their chins in greeting at Diego as we pass. I remember Dean Rhodes suggesting that everybody likes football, and I suppose that’s true. It sure does get him noticed.
Diego carries my crossbody bag for me. It’s easy for him, not heavy at all. I like the way that it cuts between his pecs, pulling the T-shirt fabric tight across his skin.
He was naked just moments ago. I had him all to myself… And five other art students. But I’m pretty sure he likes me the best.
Am I going insane? I feel a little giddy. We are going back to the frat house.
I am going right back to the middle of it.
But something just happened to me. Some kind of threshold just got crossed in sculpture class. I could feel Diego in my hands, in the clay. I could feel the power that I had over him. I could feel the possibilities of our partnership. Our collaboration.
For class, of course.
