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I rolled my eyes. “Just take the thank you, asshole.”
He smirked. “Fine. You’re welcome. Just don’t ever ask me to do it again.”
“No? I thought you hadsomefun.”
“Maybe a little.” He pinched my ass, making me jump. “Just don’t go around telling everyone. It’ll ruin my cred.”
“Don’t want them all to know you don’t hate me anymore?” I asked uncertainly.
“Nah, it’s not that,” Sawyer said. “My friends know we’ve been kissing and shit.”
Nowthatsurprised me.
“I just don’t want people to think I’m a pushover. Tell them I was a huge pain in the ass, all right? I don’t want to get volunteered for any more jobs. The one I’ve got is enough.”
“Well, I guess it’s not much of a lie,” I mused. “Youwerea pain in the ass.”
He shoved me. “And if you’re lucky, I’ll be an even bigger one.”
With a cocky swagger, he left me in the hallway, strutting away like a guy who knew that he was gonna hold me down and fuck my ass real soon.
The thought sent a dark thrill through me, and I just stood there, watching him go, fantasies rampaging through my brain and my cock half hard in my pants, until Mel’s text about heading to my parents’ place jolted me out of it.
Damn, talk about a boner killer.
I packed away my fantasies along with the leftover food and headed to the dock, where Mel had agreed to pick me up.
I didn’t want my memories of today tainted by my slimy stepdad. But later? I’d be pulling them out to examine, one by one, when I was alone in bed. Possibly with my cock in my hand.
Hell, if I felt really adventurous, maybe I’d even text Sawyer and let him know what I was doing.
CHAPTER 17
Sawyer
“I can’t believe you’re finally taking me wakeboarding!” Shua said.
“Wakesurfing,” I corrected as I loaded my board, along with the smaller one I’d rented for Shua, into the boat. “It’s easier for beginners.”
“Whatever. I get to go!”
I turned. “No, not whatever. If you’re going to do this, you need to learn the different sports. Take them seriously. They all have risks, and you have to be—” I stopped mid-lecture. “Again with the turtle?”
Shua held it by the shell, and the turtle’s feet windmilled through the air.
“Raphael was in the road,” Shua said. “That’s not safe.”
“Well, he’s sure as hell not safe in the boat.”
“They.”
“What?”
“Raphael can’t tell us their pronouns, so just to be safe, we’ll assume they’re nonbinary.”
“Oh.” I nodded. “Sorry, Raphael. I assumed based on your name, and that wasn’t right. I should have asked.”
Shua beamed. “Can I put them in your house?”
