Page 118 of A Little Tempting

“It’s a simple question.”

“Okay, then.” I force myself to stop fidgeting and meet his stare. “No?”

“Is thata question?” he challenges.

“It’s a…let’s change the subject.”

“Humor me,” he begs. “I’ve been curious as fuck since photography class.” He scoots closer. “Have you seriously never masturbated?”

I squeeze my eyes shut. “Way to get right to the point, Reeves.”

“I think we both know I don't beat around the bush.”

With a huff, I turn to him. “It’s not like I haven’t…felt down there or whatever, but…”

“But you’ve never actually masturbated.”

“Stop saying that word,” I beg.

Reaching for the remote, he turns off the show, then sits up as if I'm the most interesting person in the world. “Have you ever wanted to?”

“I don’t…”

Is it getting hot in here?

I gulp. “I don’t know?”

“You don’t know?” He chuckles, but it isn’t condescending. It's almost like he’s intrigued. Fascinated. “Dylan, have you ever orgasmed?”

“Reeves,” I groan.

“Fuck me.” He looks up at the ceiling and shakes his head. “You’ve never come?”

“Reeves,” I repeat.

“Do you want to?” he asks.

“I don’t—” I shake my head. “Look, I’m an awkward person in general. Adding awkwardness tosexsounds like a major turn-off, don’t you think?”

“You want the truth?”

I nod.

“Nothing about you is a turn-off, Dylan.”

“You’re being too nice.”

“No, I’m being honest,” he argues. “Do you have any fucking clue how sexy you are?”

I scoff. “Sexy? No. Cute? Yes.”

“Sexy,” he pushes, “yes.” Rolling onto his side, he studies me. “You don’t believe me, do you?” I stay quiet, and he grabs my hand on the comforter, bringing it to his lips. “Do you trust me?”

“Reeves…”

“Just answer the question, Pickles.”

My mouth twitches at the ridiculous nickname, and I nod. “Yes, I trust you.”

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