Page 32 of Insane Obsession

He looks like perfection. Blond hair slick with sweat, dark eyes blazing with fire, full lips agape and curled up in a feral smile.

Castor wraps his arms around Bran and squeezes him tight, ushering soft words against his head.

And at this moment, they look serene.

It’s complete madness. But I’m falling for these guys so fast.

I watch as my soft cock slides out of Bran.

“That was...” I shake my head. Not sure if I can find the right words to describe how I feel right now.

Bran places a finger on my lips. “Ssh. Say nothing. Your body gave me all the answers I need to know.” He watches me put my cock back into the sweats. “I hope there will be dancing tonight. Please tell me there will be dancing tonight?”

“Uhm—” I follow him up and back to the fitting room. “I’m not sure. I usually don’t dance.”

“You will from now on.”

Castor rolls his eyes. “Well, regardless, we’ll need to head out in a minute. We don’t want to be late for our first college party.”

“It’s nothing official, just a show of power by some sponsors,” I say. They don’t reply. Of course. They already knew that.

10

FINN

“Good evening, Finn. I’m glad you could make it.” Professor Philips shakes my hand as we walk through the entrance of the Whittaker Country Club. Christmas music blasts through the speakers, and the entire place is decorated in style. His eyes flit between the twins, and he hesitates only briefly before extending his hand to introduce himself.

“This is my favorite teacher,” I say, but my smile freezes when I catch Bran’s hostile look.

“Is he now?” Castor’s eyes darken as he gives Professor Philips a slow once-over, holding his hand until his eyes reach his face. He smirks. “And doesyour favorite teacherhave a name?”

“Professor Philips. Adam Philips,” he quickly adds. His eyes appear large behind his round glasses. “And you are?”

“They are friends of mine,” I quickly answer.

“Boyfriends,” Castor snarls. When he finally lets go of my teacher’s hand, I don’t miss how Professor Philips quickly tucks it back into his pocket.

“Boyfriends? Both?” Professor Philips looks shocked, gaze darting between them. “And you are identical twins?”

“Clever man,” Castor deadpans.

“Prince…” I chime, to which they both bark out in laughter.

“Prince?” Professor Philips blinks.

Holding the professor’s gaze, Castor leans in and murmurs into my ear. “You’re confusing your teacher with your pet names for us.”

My cheeks flame at that.

“Shall we hit the bar?” Bran asks.

That makes Professor Philips pipe up, and he gestures over his shoulder with a new smile. “You should. There are two areas. One has a cocktail bar and a fireplace, and the other has a bar that serves alcohol-free drinks. There’s also a heated outdoor space.”

“One guess where we’ll be heading?” Castor leans in and straightens Professor Philips’s jacket, sliding a fifty-dollar bill in his breast pocket.

The man lets out a nervous chuckle. “The cocktail bar?”

“You are a clever man.” Castor pats his shoulder as we pass by. “Thanks for the explanation.”

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