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My only response is to give his hand a small squeeze.

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On the way upto the room, he continues to be handsy. In the elevator, he hooks his arm through mine and rests his head on my shoulder.

“I think I’m drunk.”

With a snort, I say, “I know you are.”

“But I still wanna fuck.”

“I think you’re gonna pass out as soon as you get in the bed.”

“No, I won’t. Promise we’ll go to the balcony again,” he says with a mischievous grin.

“We will. At some point.”

He rolls his eyes, leaning back against the wall of the elevator. “I’d love to have you at graduation. It’s in two weeks.”

“Your family will be there.”

The doors open up and I reach for his arm and pull him out.

“I know, but you're their friend. Maybe you can come as a friend of the family.” He snorts, finding that amusing.

I reach for my key and unlock my door. “Let’s get you in bed.”

“Naked. With you naked.”

I ignore him, aware he’s probably way too drunk to do anything. As soon as he hits the bed, the room will start spinning.

“So, the friends you were with...they’re together?”

“Who? Oh. Dom and Trev? Yeah. They fell in love and moved in with each other. We’re all on the same football team. Or were.”

He drops to the edge of the mattress and tries kicking off his shoes, but doesn’t get very far. Instead, he chooses to take off his watch, but he can’t get his fingers to work correctly.

“Let me help,” I say, unlatching the watch band and putting it on the nightstand. “So, just you and them tonight?”

He shakes his head. “Nah. Ronan and Renzo were there. They’re gay, too. Dex was there. He’s straight but he doesn’t care about going to gay clubs with us. Uhh, Bryant and Ivy were there, too.”

I help him take off his shirt, but still at the name Bryant.

“Bryant? The one you said was one of your options?”

He smirks at me. “Jealous?”

“Jayden,” I warn. “Don’t mess with me.”

He bites his lip flirtatiously. “I’m sorry. I like when you get all growly and possessive. Bryant was never an option. He’s a friend. That’s it.”

I squat down, helping him remove his shoes and socks, leaving him only in a pair of jeans. He stands up, unsnapping the button and dragging the zipper down, pushing them past his hips until they fall to his knees. He reaches down and tries taking something out of his pocket, but his phone drops to the floor along with a clattering of coins and balled up dollar bills.

“Shit.”

“Let me get it,” I say, squatting back down to pick up whatever he dropped, knowing he’d probably fall over if he attempted it himself.

Once I’ve gathered everything in my hand, he’s taken his pants off and stands in front of me in his snug boxer-briefs. I glance up, not used to being down in this position while he towers over me. Something about it makes my stomach flip and my heartrate pick up speed, then he runs his fingers through my hair.

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