Page 41 of Race to Me

We’re being playful, but I know we both want it.

“Explain it to me then.” I breathe, trying to control my rapid heart.

Foster’s eyes sparkle with desire that so intimately matches my own when he says, “I would prefer to do a demonstration.” He brings his body forward, and my exposed inner thigh can feel his thick manhood through his jeans as he inches it forward. Not touching me there, but close.

“Is this how we’re going to present it in class?” I joke, trying to hide how much I want him. But I can’t get lost with him right now—or found? I think that’s a better way to describe it. I always feel lost until he’s near.

“Fuck no,” Foster’s hand grips the back of my neck. “I wouldn’t want anyone to see you in this position,” He kisses just below my ear. “So,” His fingertips glide along the side of my body, and I get pleasurable chills from his gentle touch. “Vulnerable.”

I feel so comfortable with him. So fucking comfortable. But I need to talk to him. I look to the window; it’s not quite dark yet, but the sky has a pink hue to it that’s inviting to me.

I give him a nervous smile and ask, “Can we talk?” He immediately moves off of me, adjusting himself and looking intently into my eyes. “Not here.” I stand, opening the window opposite of the one he kissed me at. “On the rooftop.”

“Are you allowed to climb onto the rooftop, Ms. Johnson?’ he asks after a moment of … calming down.

“No,” I let out a little laugh, but the sexual tension between us is so thick that I can taste it.

It tastes like sweet longing with hints of desire and bad decisions.

He grins. “My little rule-breaker.” With a wink, he climbs out before I do, extending his hand to help me do the same.

Once we’re sitting side by side, our bodies touching, he looks to me. “What do you want to talk about?”

I’ve been dreading this portion of the night, but it needs to happen, and I can’t wait to find out everything. From certain parts of his life, to Envy, and finally to his feelings for me.

“Can you be honest with me?” I ask, my voice quivering with nerves.

Sixteen

With a shrug, Foster replies, “Sure.”

“I mean really honest… like no holding back.” I sigh.

He thinks for a moment and finally nods.

I look up to the sky and take in a deep breath, knowing this conversation will either break my heart or heal it. “Are you embarrassed by me?”

“No,” he answers, the question making him uncomfortable. I can tell. “Aren’t you the one who is embarrassed by me?”

I can’t help but scoff. “Why would I be?”

He looks down at the lush lawn and bubbling fountain below. “You have all these posh friends and a fancy life.” Foster says quietly.

“I don’t care for any of that.” I reply, furrowing my brows.

He laughs, placing his palms behind him on the rooftop for support. “It’s because you’ve had it at your disposal your whole life.”

I instantly feel like a hypocrite for asking him to be honest with me when I won’t explain the façade he’s believing about my life.

“Moving on,” I grit my teeth. “Why didn’t you tell me you were drugged?”

He sends me a pointed glare. “Who told you?”

“Envy,” I say, shrugging. “I was at the dorm when you kicked her out.”

Foster looks away, avoiding my gaze. “I didn’t tell you because it doesn’t excuse my actions.”

I touch my hand to his knee. “It could have helped me to understand better, maybe?”

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