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I had a competition to be thinking about. People to prove wrong no matter what. Scott still had a lot of issues to work through.

And we were still wrong for each other on a fundamental level.

But none of that mattered right now.

This feeling felt very, very dangerous.

And I was stupid enough to keep going toward it.

Chapter 12

Scott

“So…You and the bad boy,” Eliot said, trying to act all cool and nonchalant, but I knew an intervention when I saw one.

He and Antony had suggested we go to Eliot’s room to talk. Eliot had the advantage of not having a roommate, so we never had to be careful of anyone overhearing us. Antony was sitting on Eliot’s desk chair, while Eliot stood up, arms crossed, and I sat on his bed, back against the wall.

Me and Travis.

In a very short time, Travis had managed to dig himself firmly under my skin. Or at least, more than he’d been before. We were insatiable, a fog of lust and desire following us constantly, our chemistry off the charts. Travis had pretended to be all cool about our staring games in the beginning, and I’d almost felt like it wasme alonewho was completely infatuated with the boxer. So, when he’d started all of this, it had taken me aback justhow muchhe wanted me, how his eyes darkened and flared with desire, the intensity threatening to swallow me whole and making it so I even wanted himmore. I felt almost weak when I was with him. Hungry, desperate for another kiss, for another of his claiming touches.

It was safe to say we were equally obsessed with each other. And it definitely had to be an obsession, didn’t it? Almost every breathing second of my day was spent either thinking about him or just about to think about him.

It didn’t feel very normal, nor safe, not like it had been with my past girlfriends, but I didn’t find it in me to care. Travis and his intensity had always unsettled me, but I had never felt more safe and moremyselfthan when I was with him.

With how afraid I’d been of my fantasies, I’d thought it would always feel wrong. Good in the moment and then turned upside down, with only shame and guilt to keep me company, but my experience with Travis was the very freaking opposite.

It was mystifying.

“What about us?” I asked lightly. Defensiveness was my first instinct, but these weremy friends. I knew I could tell them anything, even if I was scared and reluctant to. This thing with Travis felt like something that hung between the worlds, not quite real, and I feared it would disappear if I started talking about it.

Eliot watched me with narrowed eyes. “You seem friendly.”

“I guess we are.”

“I thought you were supposed to be arch-enemies?” Antony asked, toying with a pencil he’d found on Eliot’s desk between his fingers. He was balancing himself on the two back legs of the chair.

“We’re not.”

Something seemed to bubble up inside me right then. An impulsive instinct to justcome cleanwith it.

I thought about how good Travis’s bluntness made me feel.

So it was why I blurted, “We’re sleeping together.”

I wish I’d had a camera out to capture the way Eliot’s mouth fell open and Antony’s pencil dropped to the floor as he let the chair fall to four legs with a thud.

I had to resist the urge to laugh.

Eliot was the first to speak. “Noway.”

I shrugged.

“You’re not joking?” Antony asked, his green eyes widening when I didn’t reveal this was a prank. “You’reactuallyfucking Travis Ashford?”

My chest started to warm with an upcoming blush, but now that I’d tried this brutal honesty thing, I wanted to push it a bit further. “It’s more the other way around, but you could say I am.”

“Jesus effing Christ.” Eliot came to the bed and plopped down on it, looking befuddled, dumbfounded, but also with a smile peaking a the edge of his lips. “Wow. Just wow. If I could give you a medal for being a savage, I would right now. This is amazing.”

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