Page 13 of The Hookup Situation

I glance down at my nipple piercing, and he reaches for it, tugging on it slightly and making me hiss at the same time that my dick twitches again. He bites his lip and pulls his hand away.

I don’t know what to say, because he’s right, it really was amazing, and as much I would love to do it again, I know I can’t. I have to leave and never see him again. One and done. That’s the rule.

“I should go,” are the next words that come out of my mouth.

“Wait,” he says, as I roll out of bed. “Are you serious?”

“I did what I came here to do, right?” I say, as I slide on my panties. “You’re no longer a gay virgin.”

“Holy shit, are those yours?” He stares at the black satin bikinis I’m wearing. “Damn, that’s hot.”

Fuck him, for being so goddamn perfect.

“Can I see you again?” he asks, those blue eyes intent on me now as I slide my rings back on and then my pants. His hair is wild and it looks fucking amazing, like he just got done having mind blowing sex, because he did.

I shake my head. “Sorry, I can’t.”

His eyebrows furrow. “Why?”

“I don’t fuck the same guy twice. It’s my rule.”And I’m this close to breaking it because of you, so I have to leave before I make a huge mistake.

His face falls. “Why?” he says again.

“I’m sorry,” I say, and pull my shirt on as I head for the door.

My heart is slamming against my rib cage as I make my way back home.

FIVE

JACKSON

I’m fucking pissed. I’m atRavewith Lucy and there are dozens of gorgeous men flirting with me, rubbing up against me on the dance floor, offering to buy me drinks or take me into the bathroom in the back and give me a good time. And while I would normally be all over that, my dick isn’t even the tiniest bit interested in any of them because of him.Curious2002, who I still don’t know by name and who hasn’t left my mind for a single second since last night. I didn’t sleep a wink, and it’s taken everything in me not to message him, asking to meet up again.

Last night was the best sex I’ve ever had, and I’ve never left a hookup feeling my chest ache the way it did when I walked out of his apartment. But those are the exact type of feelings I am trying to avoid, which is why I can’t go back.

“Hey, what’s up with you?” Lucy says as she moseys over to where I’m standing at the bar with a drink in my hand that I’ve barely touched.

“Nothing,” I lie. “Just tired, I think.”

“You wanna go?” A pretty red head comes up and takes her hand just then.

“Dance with me,” she says, and Lucy flushes and grins.

I smile. “I think I will but you should definitely stay. Text me when you leave.”

“Okay,” she says, letting the girl drag her to the dance floor. “If you’re sure?”

I nod and shoo her away before setting my drink down on the bar and heading out into the night. I’m not getting anything accomplished here anyway, so I might as well go back home and see if I can get some homework done. Maybe work on my lines for the play. I’ve got the memorization part down by now, but I need to work on the actual acting part. Putting the emotion and feeling into my performance.

We’re finished with blocking the different scenes, knowing how to move around the set, knowing where to enter and exit from, where to stand in relation to the other actors on stage. We still get prompted when we forget our lines, but this is the last week for that, too, and then we’re on our own.

I text a couple of my fellow cast members to see if any of them are up for running lines with me. If not, I can do it by myself, but it helps to play off of someone. And my roommates might be willing to help me, but they aren’t actors in the slightest, though they do find it humorous to listen to me saying my lines to myself in my room, and every once in a while they’ll shout something back at me in response and then start cackling. They think they’re hilarious.

Fortunately the two cast members playing Janet and Brad say they’re available, so I tell them to head to my apartment.

We spend about an hour practicing together, giving each other tips, prompting each other when we forget our lines, and laughing when we mess up, and then they head home.

I try to think of anything butCurious2002when I’m in bed that night, so naturally he’s the only thing on my mind when I finally drift to sleep.

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