Page 67 of Obsessed with my Temptation

“You don’t know?” I wanted to see his face, so I turned him by his hips and made him look at me.

There was pain in his eyes and it was like a stab to the heart. I wanted to take it all away. I would be his knight in shining armor if I had to.

I was willing to do many things for Scott.

And it was terrifying.

Looking down, Scott tightened his hands on the upper edge of my pants. “I’ve always been too worried about what other people thought of me. The fear of disappointing them, of being anything but the perfect version they were expecting became so crippling, I had to learn to pretend I was what they wanted. Now I don’t know who I am anymore. Am I faking it all the time? Do I even know what I like? What I would really do if I didn’t care?”

“Hey.” I stilled his hand, and he finally met my gaze. “I’m not the fountain of knowledge or anything, but I think that as much as you’re pretending, there is a part of you in there. You’re ‘the Prince’ because you’re good, and warm, and kind. You make people feel comfortable. Your smiles brighten people’s days. You are what people expect you to be—but you’re also more than that. You just need to stop being so aware of what other people want and instead think about whatyouwant. What your gut tells you. Do what youwantto do, just because you want it.”

Scott looked hesitant. “Easier said than done.”

“You already do it, Scott. With your friends, with me. You’re yourself. You just have to allow yourself to see that.”

With a deep breath, Scott nodded.

Then he changed subjects so quickly, it almost gave me whiplash.“Have you talked to Mark lately?”

His question made me freeze on the spot.

“Why would I talk to Mark?” I asked, shoulders tense.

It was as if he’d somehow heard my thoughts from earlier.

Scott shrugged, but didn’t elaborate.

I pushed his chin up with a finger.“You were asking for a reason.”

He sighed, licking his lips. How I wanted to bite them. “It was probably nothing. I just saw him watching me watchyouon Thursday and thought that was weird. But nothing happened.”

“Haveyoutalked to him again?”

“I only sent him a message to blow him off after the one he sent on our movie date.” Scott put his fingers just under my t-shirt, drawing patterns on my skin, as if he was trying to soothe me.

It would have worked, had this not been about Mark.

“Did you consider taking up his offer at the frat party?” I asked on a whim.

Scott looked shocked for a moment before letting out a surprised laugh. “Fuck no. A threesome? With him and Henry? Definitely not.”

Kind of relieving, but tension still remained. “Is it because it was a threesome? Would you have fucked Mark on his own? Or Henry?”

Was I really this much of a masochist? The thought of Mark—who I had been with, who had almost ruined me to the point I almost thought I wouldn’t be able to recover—fucking Scott made me sick.

The Prince took his sweet ass time answering, elongating this torture, but his lips ticked up. “No. I’ve never been interested in Mark—or in Henry. Not even after my newfound attraction to men.”

I finally allowed myself to exhale.

“Are you jealous?” Scott asked, pushing his hardening dick against mine, a smile on his lips. He looked so damn fuckable right now, with those blue eyes glinting in delight, a strand of blond hair half-falling on his face. It made the sick feeling go away. Even when I still felt ready to punch someone.

“No,” I responded even as my nostrils flared. “I’m not jealous of that loser.”

“Right. And I’m definitely not turned on by that angry look on your face.”

My cock stirred further at that. “You like when I get territorial, my Prince?”

“Maybe.”

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