Page 15 of Forever We Fall

Three paragraphs into my paper and I know it’s already paid for itself. I adjust my still swollen cock and scribble away.

A knock reverberates in my room.

My head jerks up, and my heartbeat echoes in my ears, drowning out the music. The wide peel of my eyes goes to the door.

Who the hell could it be?

I’m not answering it.

I make exchanges in the library. In the back of the stacks. It’s discreet.

The knock comes again. This time louder and more vehement. My hands shake, and I squeeze them into fists.

“Open up.” Hotaru’s voice filters in from the bathroom door.

It’s the first time he’s ever knocked or even spoken to me since the day I arrived. I’m dumbfounded and staring at the door when it swings open. He steps into my room with his midnight hair slicked back from a shower.

He’s sporting black sweats, the outline of a cock the size of a porn star’s, and a scowl.

I jump to my feet and put the pathetic wooden chair between us. This room is the size of my closet back home. With him inside, it’s smaller. Claustrophobic even. My chest goes tight.

His gaze rakes over me, then jumps to my clock radio. “Turn that shit down.”

My spine stiffens. I flex my jaw but say nothing. Instead, I let my body language do the talking. It’s been pretty damn effective at this school. With that and a small notepad, I can communicate as much as I want to. Which isn’t much.

“I’m trying to concentrate,” he snarls. His teeth are so straight and white. And his lips…Nope, not going there.

I smirk and my gaze drops to his crotch. My eyes roll and I meet his dark eyes once more.

His gaze hits my crotch with what feels like an invisible punch. My nuts suck up into my throat.

I forgot about my stupid situation.

“Looks like I’m not the only one trying to concentrate.” His lips purse.

“Fuck you,” I hiss.

“Hey, it’s only natural.” He shrugs muscular shoulders. The striations under his skin ripple and bunch.

“I don’t jerk off.”

I hate myself a little for saying that. My cheeks warm, and my chest vibrates with frenetic energy. The statement is true, and I hate that he knows it.

“You should. Then, maybe, you wouldn’t be such a bloody prick.” He steps toward my nightstand and radio.

I move left and block his path.

He stops a few feet away and points behind me. “That noise can’t help your cause.” The asshole lunges for the radio as though he’s going to turn it off.

My chin lifts. I hold my ground.

For the last two weeks, I’ve watched him toss guys his size around like dolls. I’m a lot thicker than I was last time we were this close. I’m bigger than him now. Taller too.

I could open my mouth and bite his forehead. That’s how much I’ve grown. That’s also how close we are.

The food I’ve been stuffing into my pockets and eating between meals has worked wonders. My body has responded to the care and sleep I’ve been able to give it here. I’ve hit a decent growth spurt each month. I need it to keep going.

“I’m writing an essay. It helps a lot. Drowns out the deviant bullshit coming from your room.” I point at the vent.

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