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“Anhour?” For the love of God, Tobie, do not get drawn into this—whateverthisis.

He nods firmly. “An hour.”

And he picks up his book and resumes reading.

Only this time, I’m the unfocused one. My eyes keep straying from my open book to the man lying on the bed beside me, and I can’t stop thinking about what he would do for that hour.

Could I take an hour?

Wouldn’t my mind explode with pleasure that intense?

Marc and I did oral. Not a lot, but certainly not an hour’s worth. That would feel… I fidget and get breathless at the thought.

Reid turns toward me.

I jerk my head away and yelp as I tip.Thump. One second, I’m on the bed, and the next, I’m on the floor, and Reid is peering over the side, lips flat, clearly trying not to laugh. “You okay?”

I scramble to my feet. “Fine. Just lost my balance.” And my place in a book I wasn’t reading. I pick a page at random.

“You sure?” he asks in a neutral voice.

“Sure.”

And for the next hour, I could not tell you a single word I read.

Chapter 19

Tobie

My phone vibratesacross the table and slams to the floor.

I jerk upright, blinking owlishly around me, struggling to believe I fell asleep at all after Reid nearly exploded my brain with his talk of pussy worship.

I was so tired today that after class, I told myself I’d lie down for an hour, but I’m so fuzzy-headed and confused, I definitely slept for much longer than that.

I’m lying back down when a violent vibration compels me to reach down the side of my bed and deal with my phone before I’m tempted to lob it out the window.

I grab my glasses and slip them on to read the message.

Even with glasses, it doesn’t make sense.

Caleb

You have no classes today?

So?

Is he just asking? Or is he telling me to drop whatever I’m doing?

I stare at the phone, not sure how to respond.

Me

No.

I wince. It sounds so cold. Should I have said something else? Maybe thrown an emoji in there?

Caleb

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