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Rhys

Let's file that discussion somewhere between “none of your business” and “not a chance in hell”.

Me

Don't be embarrassed, Evans. Being a virgin is nothing to be ashamed about.

Rhys

You're assuming a lot about me. You know what they say when you assume things…

Me

Something about your ass and me? It'd def take care of that virginity issue for you. But maybe we should take this slow, pumpkin. Don't wanna rush into things!

Rhys

I'd like you so much better as a missing person.

Me

Aha! So you do like me! Of course, your cum on my hand pretty much convinced me of that.

Rhys

And on that disgusting note, I've gotta go be literally anywhere else right now.

Smirking to myself over our snarky exchange, I finally reached my class and settled into my seat at the back. I put my phone away and tried to make a decent effort at concentrating for the next hour. That went over about as well as a nun in a strip club since Rhys kept forcing his way into my mind.

Teasing him about coming in my hand had the memories bleeding into my consciousness, which wouldn't have been a problem if my dick didn't try to join the party. I had done everything in my power in the locker room to ignore the dull throb in my boxers from hearing Rhys whine and beg for his release. I wasn't attracted to him and I definitely didn't want him, not in any way that mattered. The only thing that made sense was that I was a sick fucker who got off on terrorizing an orgasm out of him.

Sounds like a problem they'd turn into a damn Netflix special. An Inconvenient Boner: the Callum Hawkins story. They could get Zac Efron to grow out some curls to play me…it could work.

The professor droned on for nearly an hour while I halfheartedly took notes as infuriatingly tempting images of Rhys swirled through my head. I tried to concentrate and conjure a daydream of someone more curvy and female, but my traitorous sex-deprived brain kept going back to my latest encounter. Inconvenient indeed.

When class finally ended, my phone buzzed again and I felt the slightest stab of disappointment to see Griffin's name instead of Rhys'. I couldn't think too hard about that disturbing thought, otherwise I'd want to lobotomize myself.

Griffin

Dude, my stomach is going to implode. So fucking hungry. Lunch at Jester? My treat.

Me

Sure. Be there in 10.

I booked it over to Jester dining hall where Griffin was ready and waiting for me. The second I was within reach, he grabbed my arm and hauled me toward the line.

“Fucking finally! God, I need to eat. This guy with thunder thighs was walking in front of me and I swear, I saw his legs turn into chicken drumsticks. I was considering cannibalism for a hot minute there,” Griffin rambled as we grabbed our trays.

“Ah, the Armie Hammer approach. I guess that's one way to increase your protein intake,” I quipped. Griffin prattled on some more, but I couldn't focus on a thing he was saying. My mind was racing, hundreds of thoughts screaming over one another in a vain attempt at order. My aunt, Rhys, Coach, my scholarship, my captaincy, and my vengeful thoughts blurred into chaos. It was like trying to concentrate on a train that was racing full speed in front of your eyes with no end in sight.

“Hey, did you hear me?” Griffin barked, his mouth full of food as he stared at me quizzically. Damn, I hadn't even realized we'd made it to a table and sat down.

“Uh no. Sorry, Griff. Just zoned out. What's up?” I asked while digging into my own food.

“I asked if you've made any progress on your little narc yet?”

I let out a grunt of annoyance and refused to make eye contact. “Great, first Kenji and now you? I'm working on it. All good things come to those who wait,” I replied.

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