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“Nothing,” Amos said. He gave me a flat stare. “Are we going?”

“We sure are. Tacos, Jaws on the big screen, and BJs later. Let’s go!”

Amos shoved me into the doorframe as we walked out, and Jimmy laughed behind us.

Chapter Twelve

Amos

The outdoor theater was awesome. It was set up on the beach with a huge projector screen hanging on the side of the pier. People brought blankets and coolers, and I felt foolish for not thinking of that, but Jess and Phoebe had brought enough for everyone.

We set up toward the back to stay out of the way. We would have film crews moving about, so it was only fair.

We split the cost of a tray of mini tacos for all of us to share and enough drinks for everyone. We got comfy as the sun began to set, and Chase planted himself on me, like he always did—between my legs, his back to my chest.

Only this time, I had to keep thinking of terrible things so my dick wouldn’t poke him in the back.

God, sleeping next to him, wrapped around each other, had been incredible. I wasn’t usually one to cuddle. I liked my own space. But Chase was clingy and cuddly, and so help me god, I was used to it now.

I even liked it.

My dick liked it a whole lot.

It’d been far too long since I’d had any kind of action, and now my dick wouldn’t quit.

The fact he was making all the sex jokes and innuendos didn’t help, at all.

Then he basically offered to skip the movie night and stay in bed all night instead. Sex and blowjobs. He’d kinda been joking but he kinda wasn’t, and normally I’d say yes just to get him to back down or shut up, but part of me was too scared.

Because what if he agreed?

What if he’d pushed me back onto the bed? Hell, the way he’d looked at me, looked at my dick—how he’d suggested I should make him suck my dick—I’d almost told him yes.

If I’d undone my fly, he would have.

No doubt in my mind, we’d be in bed right now doing everything we possibly could.

Fuck, I wanted to.

Which was crazy. And stupid.

He was my acting partner, nothing else.

It was in his nature to be playful and cocky, to push boundaries and imply sexual innuendos. That was Chase’s leading personality trait.

But did he want me? Or was he acting?

Was he pushing boundaries and being a smartass? Would he have laughed and told me he was joking if I’d asked him to get on his knees?

I wasn’t sure.

I was too scared to find out.

Because I’d be disappointed if he said no.

So yeah, lying on the beach with him between my legs and his head on my chest wasn’t ideal. I mean, it was amazing and it felt far too natural. But it wasn’t doing my dick or my imagination any favors.

The movie helped. The horror of it, the fake blood, the huge fake shark, the fashion. It was awesome.

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