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Andy slapped my back and took off, already done.

I had to get my head in the game.

I had to be in a good headspace to win and prove every damn person wrong about what I could do with my life.

And the last thing I needed was to get tangled with confused straight Princes gagging for cock.

Chapter 5

Travis

Not getting swept up by the Scott Matthews effect was going to be harder than I’d initially thought. It wasn’t entirely my fault—I had a lot of willpower, but not much could be done when you had to be stuck in a tight space with the source of your frustration several times a week.

We were in a food truck, having brought the cupcakes with us from Masy’s, which was lending us some space to store them, and we were all ready to get started with the sales. The only problem was that we kept bumping into each other. Scott must have been six feet tall, and with me standing an inch taller and with my substantial boxer bulk, there wasn’t much to be done.

It felt a little surreal. Scott Matthews, who I’d never been supposed to even cross paths with, was here, at arm’s reach, his soft scent hitting my nostrils and making me constantly aware of who I was with.

Scott was trying to pretend like I wasn’t there, which didn’t really work since I couldn’t miss the hitch in his breath every time our arms touched. It made my cock stir and threaten to harden and that was thelastthing we needed when we were about to be bombarded by students.

We’d already sold a few cupcakes, sleepy eyes widening when students realized who we were and the small space that separated us, giving us mumbled thanks when we handed them their orders—Scott with a tight good boy smile and me with my best non-threatening grin.

When there was a lull in orders and Scott brushed against me for the umpteenth time, I decided I’d had enough.

Scott had been turning, busying himself with random nonsense around a small sink, and as he did, I bumped my knees with his and forced him back until his ass hit the sink.

“You need to stop with this skittish bullshit,” I said, putting my hands on each side of him and effectively trapping him.

Scott’s eyes changed, lighting up with furious indignation. “I’m not being skittish.”

“Right, and I’ve been imagining the way you tense up each time some part of us touches.”

A soft blush started to tint his pale cheeks.

“Yes, you have,” he said in a deadpan voice.

God, he was stubborn, and it made my blood burn in my veins.

Because around me, Scott was acting nothing like he did with most people. The version of himself that was all polite, nice smiles, and perfect. We kept bickering like an old married couple, like we’d done it a thousand times, and in a way, we had. We’d stared at each other across rooms, across campus, and everywhere we went, and we’d been having this silent conversation, this constant push and pull, in which I just dared him to do something, to stop staring, to do the good boy thing, and instead he kept watching me, stubborn and annoyed and hungry.

So hungry.

It made me want to bite him and push my body flush to his.

No.

Not going there.

“All of this wouldn’t be happening if you had just canceled on my sister.”

“Well, why didn’tyoucancel?”

“I’d already promised I’d help her.You, on the other hand, just decided to come here to be a stubborn little Prince, and now it’s biting you in the ass.”

A muscle in his jaw shifted, probably grinding on his molars.

Good. I wasn’t the only frustrated one here.

Even annoyed, though, he looked good enough to eat. Scott Matthews was nothing short of gorgeous, and I’d had the misfortune of noticing months ago.

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