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It’s fun. And I have friends. For the first time in my life actually.
It’s been an amazing month.
Even if I keep up this torture that I keep putting myself through just to be around them all, lingering on the outside but never feeling the way they make all these girls feel everyday.
They’re my friends but that’s it. Totally, entirely, annoyingly platonic.
I’m locked in this beautiful fairytale of a mansion with three perfect boys and I’m just their friend.
It’s complete self-inflicted torture.
“You gonna go to sleep now or you going to touch yourself to fantasies of me again?” His arm skims over my stomach, touching lightly before planting at my side. His other hand lifts and he toys lightly with the ends of my blonde hair.
It probably wouldn’t be so bad if they didn’t push me like this. They know my secrets: they know how poor I am, they know I’m a virgin, they know my mother got so high last month she’s awaiting trial for manslaughter.
And yet, they still treat me like I’m one of their own.
These boys know the good, the bad, and the very ugly about my past.
Hell they even know the one thing I wanted to forget about my old life. They know about how all of junior year at my old school my ex-boyfriend called me Venereal Violet just to embarrass me for not sleeping with him.
These three assholes are the first real friends I’ve ever had.
So of course, I love them. Unless I hate them.
Like now.
“I do not touch myself to Reed fantasies. That’d be like watching golf and trying to get off. Swing and a miss. Sorry.”
He nods, narrowing his steely eyes on me with a playful smile that I want to taste. Everything about him from his sandy blonde hair to his perfect athletic body screams boy next door.
He’s anything but.
“Well is it Pro Golf? Men’s or Women’s? Because, ya know, no one could get hard watching men’s college golf. Zero excitement.”
He is such a weirdo.
“Shut up.” My eyes roll in the dark and I hate that he can’t see my annoyance clearly.
“So, you’re not going to touch yourself again?”
“I don’t touch myself. What is your obsession?”
There’s this little shine in his taunting gray gaze and it lingers there for several seconds, shifting across my face.
“I hear you sometimes.” He shrugs but never looks away from me. “I hear you whimper under your breath when you sleep. It sounds,” a heavy breath slips from his lips, “really fucking hot.”
And now I’m burning up. My cheeks sting they’re so hot.
“I’m not going to touch myself. Sorry to disappoint.”
That’s a lie. I’m going to touch my clit like the broken doorbell to the entrance to hell to Reed fucking Carrington fantasies like the liar that I am.
What is wrong with me?
I need to go out. To a Bible study group because I clearly need to be around better guys in my life.
“Let her go to sleep. She has classes starting Monday.” Landon leans into the doorway, his bronze chest and arms flexing as he folds his arms, dark eyes gleaming behind shining black frames.
