Page 26 of Twisted Minds

“Oh I don’t know about that.” Mark’s eyes drop to my towel before taking a slow crawl up my body, and I’ve never felt more pride than I do right now with his eyes on me. I take care of myself, I have to. I just enjoy working out, and I know if I don’t I’ll be sluggish. I’ll let my team down. On a superficial level well. . . yeah, his eyes feel good.

“What are you doing?”

Mark smiles, getting off the bench and stepping up to me. “I wanted to see if you were still practicing. My last class just ended.”

That kiss comes to mind again. “You wanted to see me?”

Mark’s eyes flick to mine before he leans down and kisses me. I’m shocked by the contact until my brain gets on board and Imoan into his mouth. His lips are soft, and unlike on Saturday, I’m not in control. Holding onto my towel, I feel my cock harden, and I shift away from him.

Kissing me one last time, Mark breaks away with a grin. “Holy shit,” he breathes.

Holy shit is right. I’ve never felt a kiss like that.

I chuckle. “How’s that for a control?”

“I don’t know.” He thinks. “It’s too close to call. You’re naked, though, so that’s like a huge point.”

“What if I was naked while kissing in the rain?”

Mark groans, sitting down on the bench and grabbing his dick. “Don’t do that. I’m about to meet up with Noah.”

My mood sours instantly, which is insane. Yes, insane. I am insane. I have no right to be jealous. Mark has friends. Still, him meeting up with Noah makes me feel weird. I guess I’ve never really understood the friends-with-benefits thing. How can you just switch off that fast? Maybe I don’t get it because I never really understood hooking up randomly. Not that I care or judge anyone else—your body, your business. For me, though, I can never turn off that emotional switch. Sex is very personal for me, but I have to remember not everyone feels that way and to take Mark at his word. “Oh yeah?”

“He wants to grab something to eat then we’re going to watch a movie. I just wanted to see you first.”

We haven’t even defined what this thing is between us, and I’ve never been the type of guy to tell my partner who they can hang out with. It just makes me uneasy. I’m jealous and it’s pathetic. “You alright?”

“Oh, yeah.” I smile . . . or try to. “Going to see my best friend in a bit anyhow.”

“Okay.” Mark smiles, looking back at me and the towel, and while I would love to strip down now with him right here, I kindof want to be alone. Fuck, why am I feeling like this? “Can I text you tonight?” he asks.

“Ah, depends on the time. I might be asleep.” My brain feels fuzzy. I just need to be alone right now and make sense of everything that’s happened today.

“Oh, okay.” Mark tries to smile the tension out of the room. “I’ll see you tomorrow then.”

“I’m going to be pretty busy with practice and school.”

That makes him frown. “Oh, okay. No problem. I get it.” He stands awkwardly, shoving his hands into his pockets. “Call me when you can, okay? See ya.”

Fuck, I have to stop acting like a jealous dick. “Hey.” He pauses, turning to me. I walk up to him and cup his jaw, kissing him hard. His tongue seeks asylum inside my mouth, and I groan from his taste . . . the warmth of his body . . . the fluttery feeling I have in my stomach. I love kissing, and Mark’s lips feel so damn right on mine. “I’ll call you sometime tomorrow, okay?” I say against his lips as I pull back. “Are you still coming to my game?”

“Yeah. I know nothing about hockey, though.”

“That’s okay. You can sit with my friend. He’ll explain everything.” Not that I care. I just want him in the stands. “You want to go out to eat before? You can bring Noah of course.” Maybe then Sawyer can help me figure this out. He’ll tell me if I’m being a jealous idiot, I know it.

“Yeah, that um, sounds great. Where should we meet you?”

“Student Lot A. We can meet around like four. I have to be back by six to warm up.” Maybe hanging out with Noah will ease some of this weird tension inside me. I’ve been cheated on before, but that isn’t Mark’s fault, though. I need to learn to trust him. “I can’t wait.”

“I’m there.” Mark beams. He kisses me one last time. “Have a good night. Get some sleep, okay?”

I watch him disappear from the locker room, then I get my shit together, grabbing my phone to text Sawyer.

Hunter:

Can you still give me a ride home?

Sawyer:

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