Page 23 of Resist Me

His eyes were wide, then he blinked a few times. “What?”

“Hot.” I gestured up and down his body. “This look works for you.”

“Uh…”

“The whole muscled-up douchebag biker vibe is your thing,” I went on. “Maybe you’ll find your prince charming, after all.”

His surprise faded into the familiar look of annoyance he always wore around me. “For a second, I thought you’d actually be tolerable.”

“When am I ever?”

“That’s what I ask myself every day.”

“You think about me every day, Linc? That’s adorable, but unrequited love is bad for the soul, so you should probably move past it.”

He thrust a beer at me, making me smile. I took a long swig and leaned back against the counter. His gaze seemed to move across my chest before he looked around.

“You guys chose this over staying in the dorms?”

I shrugged. “The lovebirds want to play house.”

“And you’re, what, along for the ride? Into voyeurism, West?”

His smirk made me roll my eyes. “My sister needs a place to go, so I got her a place.” I made a sweeping motion with my hand.

“Hm.”

He brought his beer to his lips. I watched his throat bob and studied the tattoos reaching up through the neck of his shirt. I’d noticed them a couple of weeks ago when I got back from Maine and saw him on the field, but I didn’t remember what they were. It wasn’t like I’d paid that much attention to his body. A little, but only because he had it so blatantly on display, especially when he had his hand around my throat in the grass.

“Why?”

I refocused on him and cocked my head. “Why what?”

“You said your sister needs a place.”

I drained the beer and tossed it into the recycle bin. “Sorry, babe. It’d be dumb to share sensitive information with my mortal enemy.”

Turning around, I headed for my room. There was another knock on the door, which I decided he could answer. Or Kai and Sen could finish up whatever they were doing. It was rude to fornicate when we had company.

Chapter 9

Lincoln

As people chattered endlessly, I stared at the TV. It had been playing reruns of Friends for a while, which wasn’t something I’d choose. Seriously, without the laugh track, the show kinda sucked. It gave me a distraction, though.

I liked most of these people well enough and a lot of them were on the football team, so I knew them. This just wasn’t how I’d spend a typical Saturday evening. I wondered if I was coming across as a dick. Everyone expected someone like me, with a reputation like mine, to be outgoing and social, which was a part I could play flawlessly, but I didn’t have to anymore, and that was freeing in its own way.

It was enough that I was here. I wanted to show my support. Seeing Kai and Sen together was cool too. They had an obvious connection that wouldn’t fail to make you wish for a relationship like theirs- even someone like me who preferred the company of myself most of the time.

I didn’t know anything about Sen, but he seemed timid, almost nervous. It made me wonder how long he’d been open about his sexuality. I kept my private life under wraps, but I didn’t have anyshame about it. If I had someone that I loved, the way Kai so obviously adored Sen, I’d happily claim him as mine in public, but at the same time, I’d want to keep him to myself, refusing to share him with anyone.

“Hey, you’re Lincoln, right?”

I looked at the guy who sunk onto the couch beside me. He had dark olive skin and hair that was tied in a bun behind his head. I could tell that it was curly and it made me want to see what it looked like when it was down.

“Linc,” I replied with a smile before I brought the beer to my lips.

“The god of Harmon University,” he said dramatically.

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