Page 35 of College-Virgin & Dark Bully Next-Door

“Hey. Asshole!” I snap my fingers. “How are you getting home?”

“Screw home.” He hugs me and rests his chin on the top of my head. “This is comfy.”

Ash keeps rubbing me and doesn’t push for anything else. He just sits there. I sigh and move away after a moment. It’s nice to be held, and he feels good, really good actually, but he’s drunk.

“Ash, listen to me.”

“I like how you say my name.” He continues anyway. “And how you feel. Soft all over.”

He rubs my legs to prove it. Then his mouth rubs over my neck. Clumsy but not terrible. The tremble of his breath over my damp skin makes my eyes close. Even drunk, he’s good at seduction. I hold his shoulders in place.

“Behave.”

“It’s no fun. Dare.”

“I dare you to go home,” I challenge, pointing to the door. “Or no more head rubs.”

He pouts, a devastating, honest pout. “But you do it so well, Sky. It’s my second favorite.”

“Second?”

“I like kissing you more.” He rubs his nose along mine. “I almost don’t believe I was your first. I like your mouth. All feisty, then so nice.”

I know I’m blushing like crazy. “You shouldn’t be so honest.”

“You like honesty. Your spider scares me. You kinda scare me. All different than before. Independent and angry.” He cups my face between his hands, pushing my cheeks together until I’m sure I have fish lips. “How am I supposed to do anything for you when you want to do it all yourself? Don’t you need me? Even to fight your battles or shit?”

“No.” I push his hands away. “I only need me. It’s better that way.”

“Boring,” he says, then kisses the corner of my mouth. “You don’t want to kiss me?”

“You’redrunk.” I stand up. “Leave.”

“You’re breaking my heart.”

“Funny. Leave.” I point.

Instead, he wraps both arms around one of my legs, even with one hand creeping up my thigh. “I’ll do whatever you want, so I can stay … especially if it’s naughty.”

I try to pull out of his grasp and end up falling, but instead of hurting myself on the concrete, Ash is there, arms around me. He groans and rubs the back of his head. “I think you knocked some sobriety into me.”

“Good,” I whisper. “You need to go home before we get in trouble for being out here like this.”

“You’re no fun.”

“I’m plenty fun, but I’m not doing anything with you when you’re drunk. Go home,” I say softly. “Please, Ash.”

He sighs and kisses me quickly, a gentle press of his lips. “Since you asked so nicely … and aren’t wearing pants.”

“And you’re walking a fine line.”

He stands up with me and cups the back of my head. “It’s convincing as hell. A kiss would have been, too.”

“I’m not going to take advantage of you. Go home. Don’t text me until your head hurts and you’re hung over.”

He salutes me and walks away. As soon as he’s gone, I collapse to the ground, sigh, and hold my face in my hands. It would have been so easy to just be with him, to let him stay on the couch, fill him up with water and take care of him. Especially when he’s feeling so honest and open like that.

How am I supposed to deal with all of his emotions and thoughts just on display? I could have asked him a million things. But rather than think on it, I put myself in bed. I don’t need the headache that comes with Ash right now, honest and sweet or not.

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