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He flexed his muscles, making his tattoos jump, then winked at me. I couldn’t help but laugh.

“I promise I won’t tell,” he said as he cocked his brow, and for the first time, I wondered if he was serious.

He left the bathroom and I splashed water on my face, trying to get the image of his cock out of my mind, but it was firmly planted in there. Firmly. And I had to admit I didn’t mind.

Dinner was almost ready, so I didn’t have enough time to shower. I was a little worried Shane might walk in on me for a little tit for tat anyway. The night was warm, so I put on a pair of shorts with a t-shirt and went downstairs.

My father sat at the head of the table with Joanna on one side and an empty spot on the other. Next to the empty spot was Shane. He gave me a big smile and patted the empty seat.

“Saved a seat for you.”

“Jackass,” I muttered as I passed him.

I sat next to him and like a magnet, my eyes went to his lap. His jeans were so tight I could see the outline of his cock. He grabbed his bulge, and I looked up and caught his sly look. I knew I was in trouble.

Throughout dinner, I forced myself to not look at Shane. I refused to look in his direction. I was on edge. What if he said something about my looking at him?

“I hope you’re settling in, Shane,” my dad said.

“Yeah, I think I’ll have a good time here. I took a shower before and our Rosalie here--"

“I swear I didn’t see anything,” I blurted out.

My father gave me a weird look but didn’t say anything. I looked down, and my eyes went back to Shane’s bulge again.

Dammit! Look away, Rosalie!

“As I was saying, our Rosalie here has a nice selection of bath wash and shampoo. I hope you don’t mind that I used your stuff.”

“It’s no problem,” I said, wishing dinner was over.

“If I have anything you want, you know where to get it,” he said, grinning. “I’m a firm believer in tit for tat.”

My cheeks burned, but I kept my eyes on my plate and pushed the food around. I couldn’t eat, my mind was elsewhere.

I poured myself a glass of water and as I took a sip, Shane’s hand touched my bare thigh. I tried to act cool, like nothing was happening, but then his hand moved up, closer to my shorts. I jerked my leg away and spilled some water onto me.

“I’m sorry I got you wet,” Shane whispered. “By the way, your nipples are hard.”

I folded my arms over my chest and tried to act like nothing happened. Shane stood from the table and picked up his plate.

“I love eating out in my bedroom,” he said.

“That’s fine, dear,” Joanna said. “Let me know if you need anything.”

Eating out.Part of me wanted to laugh, part of me was horrified by how immature he was acting, but another part of me desperately wished I was his dinner.

* * *

The next dayI found Shane pacing in front of the front bay window. His hands opened and closed into fists and I could hear him muttering, but I couldn’t hear what he was saying. I thought about what my father said about drugs and wondered if I was wrong about it being my fault.

“You have a car, right? You have to drive me into town,” he said.

“What for? What makes you think I want to drive you anywhere?”

“Because you’re a nice person and not a bitch. Although I’ve been wrong before.”

“Tell me why you were such an asshole to me yesterday and I’ll drive you.”

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