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Almostscared.

I’m notwrong. I know I’m not wrong. Hewantsme. And I’m too focused on the way his lips are just a little redder than usual on the screen to realize that Asher is talking to me, until he repeats himself.

“Kerian, do you want to get some lunch?”

Another few seconds pass before I actually process the words, and I snap my attention back to him.

“No.”

Shit, that came out a little too harsh. I’m notclosewith people, but if I was going to have someone I considered a friend, it would be Asher.

And besides, it’d be a fucking shame to make someone I have to live with hate me.

He glances from my face to the TV and arches a brow.

“Bad mood?” he says in a tease, and I’m debating whether I want to make him hate me after all. He can probably see it on my face, but he keeps on. “Did he have bad breath? I don’t think so, because you definitely kissed himback.”

I’m not imagining the slightest hint of jealousy in Asher’s voice, but he knows how things are. He’s always known. Just because we fuck around occasionally doesn’t mean he has a claim on me.

I’m not going to letanyonehave a claim on me. I’m going to get to where I’m going alone, and it’s going to begreat.No one to hold me back, no one to claim theygot me there—just me.

Asher pushes off the couch and I can see his expression melt from teasing to soft. He’s a little caretaker at heart. At least with me.

“It’s fine, Asher. I just—” What? I can’t get the thought of putting Zander Braithe on his knees out of my head? I’m realizing there’s only one thing that’s going to settle the slowly catching wildfire in my chest. I need to fuck my way straight through him, so I can prove to him he wants it and get him out of my system in one fell swoop.

“You just?” Asher has zero tact when it comes to letting something go, and I realize that coming here was a mistake.

It isn’t what I want.

Fucking Asher isn’t going to do a damn thing for the rattling behind my ribs, the heartbeat banging angrily against its cage and demanding I give it freedom. Satisfaction.

“I forgot my wallet at the gym. I’ll be back later.” The excuse is bullshit, but it doesn’t matter. I’m already turning to leave, my mind twelve steps ahead of me and demanding I make this shit right before I drive myself crazy.

“Wait, Kerian. I didn’t mean?—”

The door closes behind me, cutting off whatever Asher was about to say. I’ll have to make it up to him later because honestly, he’s the best roommate I’ve had. I don’t want to fuck it up.

Which probably means I can’t fuck him anymore.

Whatever.

I try to tell myself that I’ll go back to the gym, that I’ll work my frustration out until my body is too tired to think about what my dick wants. What my mind seems to be fixated on.

Ishouldgo back to the gym.

Which… is why I’m confused when I turn my car left instead of right and head back to the wrong fucking campus.

Again.

It’s not like a part of me didn’t know exactly what I was going to do.

Fuck, I can’t get that wide-eyed expression on his face out of my mind. I can’t get the way he felt pressed against me off my skin.

Time to make more bad decisions.

I pull out my phone and glance down at it. The freshman who I met last night already sent me a text, but I notice Zander hasn’t, even though he has my number.

Fucker.

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