Page 27 of Obsessed with my Temptation

As much as I’d always thought I was straight, gravitating to wholesome girlfriends like I was supposed to be, I’d been having rough sex fantasies for a long while. I’d always chosen to dismiss them, letting them fade into the background, but when this whole thing with Travis started— this tug-o-war, this helpless magnetism I always felt toward him, the curl of warmth traveling to my groin every time I looked at him— and I realized that what I felt was actually attraction, it had been a revelation, but not entirely surprising. I’d seen it as an extension of my fantasies.

Did it mean I was attracted to men, though, other than him? Maybe.

Mark was by all means attractive. He also liked to look at me very closely. But there was something in his smile and in his eyes, that instead of pulling me in like a siren song the way Travis’s did, it only left me feeling unsettled—and not in a hot way.

I didn’t know what to make of him.

While Travis was blunt and direct, Mark seemed to talk in riddles. Like he was saying two things at once. There was also the fact that the bad boy made me feel like my skin was burning up, like there was a string tying me to him and compelling me to just stare a little longer, to dig into the mystery that was him, while Mark just made me feel mildly uncomfortable and confused.

I was listening to Henry as he told a story about a car racer he once slept with, ignoring both the weight of Travis’s eyes—which were trying to bore holes into my skull, I was sure—and the strange closeness of Mark beside me, when the latter leaned into me.

“He’s hot, isn’t he?” Mark whispered in my ear, making me jump in surprise.

For a moment I thought he meantTravis, but I’d been looking at Henry, not him.

Mark chuckled when I turned to him. “No need to act like that, no one cares what you want—orwhoyou want over here.”

My eyebrows shot up, wanting to deny it, because as attractive as the Heartbreaker was, it had definitely not been what was on my mind, but Mark kept on going.

“He would fuck you, you know. If you asked.”

Now my brows furrowed. “I’m not interested,” I said, trying my best not to look like I was being defensive—it would only make me look guilty.

And I wasn’t guilty of thinkingthat.

Mark shrugged. “Suit yourself.”

“If you think he’s so hot, why don’tyoufuck him?” I asked, in a sudden bout of bluntness.

Mark grinned. “Been there, done that. Campbell doesn’t really do repeats, but I bet he’d make an exception if you were also involved.”

What?

How the hell did we get here?

“I’d been meaning to hang out with you for a long time, you know? But I didn’t want to make things weird with my sister,” he said, a hand falling on my leg.

It made my shoulders tense up immediately.

“Mark, look—”

“I need to talk to you.”

My heart lurched, wanting to come out of my throat as I looked up and found Travis standing right in front of me.

“What?” I asked, too shocked to process his words.

“We were having a conversation here, Ashford,” Mark said, smile sharper than before.

“Do I look like I care?” Travis said, sending him a smile of his own—a very not nice one.

It made something in my stomach flutter.

I’m a lost cause.

“Scott,” Travis was looking at me again, tone stern. “Come out with me.”

“Can’t you talk to him in here?” Mark asked.

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