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“No time like the present,” he counters. “Or did you say everything you had to when you cornered me in here?”

I have so much more to say, it’s not even funny. And on top of that, a mountain of questions that only pile higher every time the two of us are alone. Or when we end up naked and coming.

However, the last thing I want is to ruin this moment by pissing him off. Or worse, sending him running for the hills, only to avoid me for weeks on end all over again.

“What does this mean?” I whisper, my nose brushing against his. “Because this is all new to me, Nix, and I have no idea what I’m doing. I don’t know…”

“I don’t know, either.” He presses his forehead to mine. “I just know I don’t do casual, and I don’t share. I’m not built for it. So if you can’t do that, then—”

“Done.”

A soft chuckle escapes him. “Do you even know what that means?”

“I think I have a pretty good idea.”

His forehead rolls against mine when he nods, finally accepting whatever this is between us as something he can no longer fight. “We can’t tell anyone. No one will understand. Especially Kason.”

“Okay.” At this point, I’ll agree to whatever terms he lays out for me without question. “Whatever you want, as long as that happens again really fucking soon.”

“You could’ve had even more, but you said no.”

“There’s always time for round two if you come over after practice,” I remind him.

He chuckles again as his fingers scrape and rake through my hair some more. “God, I really am going to Hell for this.”

My mouth curls into a grin against his lips. “That’s okay. I’ll meet you there.”

Twenty-Three

Holden

Only a couple of weeks have passed since the start of the new semester, and Phoenix has already been buried alive beneath a mountain of classwork on top of his practice schedule. A fate I’d never wish on my worst enemy. Which, funny enough, Phoenix used to be.

The only positive thing coming out of this is it gives me a reason to crash his cram sessions; meaning I get to spend more time with him, all under the guise of doing my own work. And it definitely is a guise, seeing as the only thing I can focus on studying is the way his teeth sink into his lower lip when he takes notes. I’d love to bite it for him, if he wasn’t so intent on actually using our time in one of the library’s study pods for actual work rather than other much more fun activities—

“You’re staring.”

I smile. “You’re distracting.”

His attention falters and he peers up at me, brows furrowed in confusion.“How?”

Before thinking better of it, I reach over and trace my thumb over the little swollen patch of his lip, the brush of his skin electric beneath my touch.

“I can’t think when you bite your lip like that.”

Heat flares in his eyes, but he sits back in his chair, forcing my touch to fall away. “You’re the horniest person I know.”

“Guilty as charged.” A smirk lifts my lips. “Don’t try acting like you don’t enjoy it, though.”

As if to prove his point and my own, I slip my hand beneath the table and trace a daring path up his jean-clad inner thigh. And just like I thought, his lips twitch before rolling inward, only parting again when my fingers graze his cock through the denim.

He groans before catching my wrist, eyes as dark as a starless night when he stares at me.

“You’re trouble,” he whispers, voice gruff and full of lust.

“The best kind.”

His teeth scrape over his bottom lip in a move far sexier than it should be, especially if he’s asking me to keep my hands to myself. “Sometimes I’m not too sure about that.”

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