Page 5 of Resist Me

Kicking my feet up on the little coffee table, I leaned back in my chair. It was wide with a deep seat and made this place feel cozy. I hated sitting at regular tables. They were stiff and uncomfortable. Give me a place to kick back and I’d make myself at home anywhere.

I came across a black bed frame that caught my eye. It was low to the ground, only raised by about a foot. The entirety of it was covered in fabric and it had a very modern feel. It was a little expensive, but if I was going to spend the money on furniture, I’d rather it be stuff that would last me a while. I’d take it with me after I graduated and put it in my fancy condo.

Add to cart. The dopamine rush was immediate.

As I put in my card information, I hummed a song that I’d heard in a video earlier. It was stuck in my head and at this point, I was singing it out of pure hatred for the thing.

When I looked up, I saw Lincoln’s eyes trained on me. It made me shift in my seat. He should mind his own damn business. He was probably thinking up another puppy joke right now.

From this distance, I couldn’t see the details of his eyes, but I knew that they were hazel. Sometimes, they were more green thanbrown and vice versa. I wondered what they looked like today. Maybe they’d be black to reflect his demonic soul.

Raising a brow and licking my lips, I maintained eye contact. His friend said something that drew his attention back to the table. It felt like I won some challenge- a staring contest. One point for West.

I went back to looking at furniture, moving on to couches. Those were even more expensive than the bed frames. Seriously, didn’t they have any budget options? The only affordable ones I saw looked way too small for men our size.

A shadow loomed over me and I raised my gaze to the tall, broad-shouldered asshole in front of me.

“Shopping?” he asked with a smirk on his face.

“What do you want?”

He glanced over his shoulder quickly, then back at me. “A favor.”

I leaned my elbows on my knees and he took a step back.

“Go on,” I prompted.

“I tried to let this guy down easy three times now, but he just keeps talking. Get me out of it and I’ll owe you.”

Peering around him, I met the guy’s eyes. He looked away quickly, focusing on his coffee cup.

“What’s the nature of your relationship?” I asked.

“Doesn’t matter. Can you help me or not?”

A grin spread across my face. Getting to my feet, I grabbed his hand and pulled him into my chest like we were old pals. He leaned close to my ear and his breath wafted over my skin.

“Thanks,” he muttered.

“Damn, Porter,” I said loudly enough to reach his table. “It’s such a coincidence running into you here. I have something majorly important to talk to you about. You free?”

“Not really.” He glanced over at the table where his companion was watching us. “Is it that important?”

“Life or death, my guy.”

He nodded and motioned for me to follow him. When we got to the table, I held my hand out.

“Hey, I’m West.”

The guy took it tentatively. “Frank.”

It was an effort not to laugh. He looked way too young to be a Frank.

“Sorry to interrupt this, uh… thing. I have something super urgent to talk to Porter about.”

“Porter?”

“Lincoln,” I clarified. “Me and Linc, we go way back.”

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