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We were silently staring at each other.

“Are you going to tell me what’s wrong or not?”

I considered it. Scott was stubborn and annoying but he looked genuine enough that I couldn’t help but say, “Don’t hang out with Mark.”

His brows furrowed. “What? Why?”

I swallowed roughly. “Because I said so.”

I wasn’t about to unleash all of my dirty laundry.

Scott’s jaw ticked. “No.”

I wanted to growl. “Why not?”

“You don’townme, Travis. You don’t get to tell me what to do.”

“Is that why you looked so obsessed?” I said nonsensically, a tight smile stretching my lips.

“I’m notobsessed,” he said, even as he watched me closely, his eyes falling to my jaw before looking up again.

“It’s what it looks like.”

Something reignited in him. “Maybe it’syouwho’s obsessed with me, even after pretending like I’m not your type.”

A chuckle came out of me.

It wasn’t nice.

“Fake guys hiding behind a good-boy persona aredefinitelynot my type. I like guys who at least have some personality, who aren’t afraid of being themselves.” I cocked my head, feeling a little vicious. “Much like your good friend Eliot.”

Thatgot a reaction from him.

“Good luck pining for him. I’m sure even if he was single he’d bite you for all your cocky bad-boy behavior,” he said, eyes dark and lips thin.

“I’m notpiningfor him, Scott. I’m just saying that I’d much prefer someone like him over a nice guy like you—even if I’d like to shut your pretty mouth with my cock.”

I was being an asshole. Iknewthat I was toeing a line, but I felt raw on the inside, I felt so fuckingangryat the mere thought of him and Mark crossing words.

And I just needed Scott to grow a spine and finally push me away, cuss me out, and take off, because I didn’t feel strong enough to.

But apparently, neither did he.

For a moment, I thought he was going to do it. Scott put his hand on my sternum and pushed me back until my shoulder blades hit the opposite shelf.

I didn’t stop him this time.

Our breaths were coming in fast and shallow. His lips were inches away from mine. I was struggling to keep myself in place and avoid doing something stupid like take hold of him and pull him harder against me.

And yet when I thought he might take the door and leave, he pushed it shut.

Then he fell to his knees.

Chapter 6

Scott

Iwas on my knees for Travis Ashford. I’d gotten here voluntarily, of all things. His crotch was right in front of my face, and the closet we were in was mostly shadowed, with only a small rectangular window on the opposite side.

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