Page 47 of Twisted Minds

Whoa.Boyfriend?

We haven’t brought up labels yet, but fuck, I want that. I want him. It’s been a bit since I was in a relationship, and seeing how my last one ended, I haven’t really been looking for one. I’m due for something deeper, though, and Mark is just amazing. “Are you queer?” Mark asks. I nearly choke on my Fruit Loops.

“None of your fucking business.”

I shake my head. “He’s a bisexual pain in my ass. Stop being a dick to my boyfriend.” Mark’s eyes heat on me and I can’t look at him. I’m afraid to.

“Boyfriend?” Jamie cocks a brow.

Mark blinks at me before turning his attention back to Jamie. “I only ask because I have a friend, his name is Noah, and he—”

“I don’t give a fuck about your friend. Keep the orgasms down to a dull roar.” Jamie tosses his bowl into the sink with a crash.

“Don’t be mad just because you’re not used to hearing that much noise in the bedroom,” I shout. Jamie’s head pops back into the kitchen.

“You know damn well that’s not true. I’ve made women come plenty, those sounds are gorgeous. Whatever that was last night sounded like the screeches of a dying fucking eagle.”

“Oh, fuck you.” Mark stands up, and oookay, we are done here.

“Hey.” I place my hands gently on Mark’s shoulders. “That’s not how you sound, he’s just being an asshole.” I glare at Jamie.

“Keep it down to a dull crescendo. I couldn’t sleep for shit last night.”

While I’m sure that’s true, I know we aren’t the reason. PTSD and nightmares will do that to anyone. Jamie leaves, and I sink back into my chair to finish my now soggy cereal. “I’m sorry. He’s being a dick.”

“Why do you live with that?”

“Because dorms aren’t cheap, and that asshole is still my friend. Somewhere inside all that he’s still there.” It’s the only thing keeping me from strangling him most days.

“Do you mean it? What you called me?” Mark looks at me, and it’s this right here that makes all the bullshit worth it. Mark’s ice-blue eyes weigh on me. They are so fucking blue. His chin-length blond hair is messy. Running my fingers through it, I smile, leaning in to kiss him.

“I do.”

Shutting the door, I’m a little nervous now. I don’t know why. “What do you want to do today?” Mark’s eyes trail over my Xbox “Games?”

“I want to kick your ass, honestly,” he says.

“I don’t think so.”

“I think so, hockey boy. While you may be the king on the ice . . . here? This is my element.” Mark frowns.

“What?”

“I just realized I have no clothes.” He’s wearing only boxers. I go to my dresser to find him a shirt to wear—not that I mind the view—but as I look through my drawer, I see Mark walk over and grab my folded jersey off the top, slipping it on.

Oh, fuck.

New kink unlocked.

Something so simple should not be this fucking hot. “This okay?” he asks.

More than alright. I’ll commit it to memory. “So hot.”

“Can I have sweats?”

“Oh, yeah.” I grab him a dark-gray pair and he slips them on. “Are you planning on staying another night?”

“If Jamie doesn’t kill me in my sleep, sure.”

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