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Something we might do if we were in a relationship.

My cock jerked one last time at the image.

After, we lay there, almost my full weight on top of him, as we regained our breaths. For a moment, I had the sudden fear that I might have been too rough or gone too far with this fantasy, and I was about to ask when an elated chuckle came from under me.

“Jesus, you’re heavy,” Scott said, the smile in his voice making my heart swell.

“Want me to get off?”

“No, wait—Just a bit longer.”

I indulged him, because how couldn’t I? I stayed on top of him, some of my weight on one of my elbows and on my knee, caressing his arm and kissing the back of his neck as we breathed heavily.

Sometime later, I pulled out, ran to the bathroom for a wet towel, and came back to clean his ass and my cock. I went to lie next to him on the bed after I was done, kissing him slowly the way he liked when he was satisfied and soft, no tension remaining in his body. Scott sought my lips like they were what he needed to breathe, coming after me when I ever so slightly pulled back, and I licked back into him like he was the last meal I’d ever have on Earth.

“He-who-must-not-be-named could never come even close to you, you know that?” Scott said after we managed to stop, eyes so fucking sincere they hurt me deep inside. He didn’t mean Henry.“No one else exists when you’re in the picture.”

With my heart in my throat, I hugged him, pulling him tightly against me. Scott returned the hug just as fiercely.

I love him.

I almost said it right then and there. It wanted to come out of my mouth and have everyone know it. It wanted him to be the only one to hear it, quiet, a precious thing between the two of us.

This was no Mark. He had none of the malice and our arrangement had none of the casual quality we’d intended it to have.

If this didn’t go right, it would break me.

I held on tight to Scott, hoping he would understand everything my tight throat wouldn’t allow to come out.

I fell asleep to the feeling of his lips on my neck.

Chapter 21

Scott

I’m in love with Travis.

The knowledge came to me like a slap to the face. Like it had been so obvious and right in front of me for weeks, but only now I was finally reading the message. I knew it in my bones. I knew it and felt it as we kissed in the morning, uncaring of morning breath, with his hands running through my already messy bedhead and we just had to rub each other to a breathless release.

I knew it as we kissed again goodbye.

I knew it every day of the week, even when we barely got to see each other because we were both buried with projects and had to study for upcoming exams, and Travis had his competition in no time on top of everything else. We only managed to steal secret kisses and exchanged messages about stupid things that always ended in one telling the other how much we wished we were together instead of doing whatever we were doing.

And I fucking knew it as I sat that Friday in my parents’ living room, having dinner with some of their friends—whose daughter they were trying to pair me up with.

My parents had been noticing that I was doing better for the past few weeks. How could I not have been, when I was spending as much time as I could with Travis? When he made me feel like it was okay to be myself? When he made me feel seen and adored?

Fuck. Thinking about it only made the stone in my gut feel heavier. Like a snake was eating me from the inside out.

This was never supposed to happen.

But, as I was saying, my parents had noticed my good mood, and they had wanted to surprise me with their friend’s visit. Their daughter and I used to play together often when we were kids and they lived nearby, but they had moved away when I was in middle school and had barely seen each other since.

Candace was great. We’d been friends before she left. She had cute short hair with freckles over her nose. She was funny, blunt, and sweet and she wasnothing I wanted.

“Scott, you’re even more handsome than I remembered you being. Those blue eyes! Just like your mother’s,” Candace’s mother said.

“One of my friends from here that comes to your college told me they call you a Prince around here. I guess I can see why,” Candace said with a little wink.

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