Page 96 of Vile Boys

“How are you so sure?” I ask, turning off the shower.

“Stop with the cryptic shit,” he retorts. “Can’t you just …”

“What?” I grab a towel and wrap it around myself. “Absolve you of your sin?”

He sucks in a breath, refusing to let it go until he can no longerhold it forcefully. “Look, forget it.” He walks off.

“Why did you come in here, Caleb?” I ask. “Just to make me feel jealous? Or to revel in your devious ways?”

“I just came here to…” He halts near the door, hand lingering near the handle. “She’s in the maze. Your favorite spot.” He swallows, eyes finding mine through the fog.

Aha.

Feeling guilty already?

A decrepit smile forms on my face. “Run to your master, doggy. I’ll take care of your mess.”

His lip twitches, and he gives me the middle finger. “Fuck you, Blaine.”

“Aw, I love you too,” I say, throwing him an air-kiss.

He marches out and throws the door shut behind him so I can focus on getting my dick to go back down.

God, if only I could just finish what I started, but alas, it’ll have to wait.

I have a blond-haired goddess to find among the roses.

Crystal

Rustlingnoises in the back of the maze make me turn around abruptly, knife clutched tightly in my hand.

A tall figure emerges from the route through which Ares and Caleb disappeared, a simple bathrobe all that separates his naked skin from my eyeballs. But even that fails to hide thick slabs of muscle on his pecs and calves as he steps forward.

Blaine.

I swallow and step back, holding the knife out in front of me. “Don’t.”

He holds up his hands. “I’m not here to harm you.”

“Sure, just like your friends weren’t,” I retort.

He runs his fingers over his robe. “Does it look like I’m carrying weapons to you?”

I take another good look, gulping because of all the effort it takes not to gawk at the muscles that flex with each of his movements. “Maybe you’re hiding them.”

“Do you wish to look underneath?” He starts peeling away the robe.

I swiftly cover my eyes and look away. “No, no, it’s fine. I believe you.”

“I’ll be happy to show you all I have with me, which is not more—or less—than the well-endowed body I’ve been gifted with.”

His smooth voice makes it so damn hard not to. But I’ve seen enough dicks for today, so I keep my eyes closed.

“All right, suit yourself.”

“Is the robe on?” I ask when I hear shuffling.

He chuckles. “The robe is on.”

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