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We’re quiet for a moment, both of us eating, the silence not uncomfortable, and…maybe filled with curiosity?
“I liked it too,” Troy says.
“No shit. I had some of your load land on my face.”
He looks at me and grins in this way that feels similar to beating his chest in pride.
“Of course you like the thought of marking me.”
Troy blanches. “What do you mean of course?”
“You marked my ass once with your name, and now my face with your jizz. Don’t have to be a math genius to know one plusone equals two.” My dick twitches in my pants, which definitely isn’t supposed to happen. He can like marking me, but I’m not supposed to think it’s hot. “We should change the subject before you end up with another hard-on.”
“Projecting again, I see.”
I shrug and eat some more food. Troy does too as I watch the trees in front of us rustle in the wind. My mom loved windy days. She would lie in the yard and just watch the leaves move, while they sang her a lullaby. I miss that…looking out the window and seeing her.
“So, the volunteering?”
“Veto,” I cut him off.
“Dude, you have no problem talking about my cum painting your face, but you can’t talk about volunteering?”
I run a hand through my hair, having known this was coming. “I can’t do this with you, T. It’s why I don’t want anyone to know. It’s…mine.”
He nods. “Okay. I can respect that. Are we allowed to talk about the auction?”
“It’s next Friday at eight thirty. You have to be there at six to practice and get all the info. It’s pretty low-key. I gave Dixon your email address.” For whatever reason, my skin feels too tight and prickly. I brush my hand over my arms as if that will change anything.
“Sounds good.”
I feel him watch me while I eat, but I try not to make eye contact again. The air in the car shifts in a way I can’t explain. Goddamn Troy. What is it about him that gets me all…everything.
“So, remember that time you thought I couldn’t ace my test and I did?” he asks playfully, breaking the silence, and like it seems to happen so easily around him, I let another laugh free.
“I’m gonna get you back, lil stepbro. Just you wait and see.”
He looks at me, his brown eyes somehow darker and more intense. “I’m counting on it.”
I shift in my seat, willing myself not to let the innuendo turn me on. I lose.
We stay on safe topics after that. He asks about my classes, and I do the same. We’ve reached a truce, at least for today.
Almost as soon as we finish eating, my cell buzzes with a text from Brenner:Wanna hang?
I don’t. I mean, no offense to him. He’s my boy, and though we give each other a lot of shit, I like spending time with him, but part of me wants to sit right here and see where this conversation with Troy will go. On the other hand, I’m also a prickly bastard who doesn’t want it to get too deep, and I have a feeling it could. I text Brenner that I’ll be home in fifteen, then give Troy my attention again.
“You ready? I’m gonna chill with Brenner and Taylor.” They’re always together, so I assume if I’m getting a text from B, Taylor is with him.
“Sure.”
Is it me, or does Troy look disappointed?
He drives me home, and of course Brenner is walking up as we arrive. He doesn’t go to my window, instead going to Troy’s. I try not to grumble.
“You gonna come in and chill with us?” Brenner asks him. “Taylor’s on his way.”
“No,” I snap before Troy can reply. I know that tone—it’s Brenner’sI’m gonna try and get in your pantsvoice. I don’t give a shit whom he fucks, except it’s not going to be Troy.
