Page 12 of Stop and Seek
Andthenhe’d resign himself to this annoying reunion.
Only then.
Half-way through unzipping his jeans, the door opened.
This—any other fucking time—wouldn’t have been an issue.
Until an expensive pair of running shoes sidled up right next to him.
Rightnext to him.
“Every other spot is open, man,” Theo muttered under his breath, eyes fixed on the dingy tile in front of him. “Seriously. One space over. It’s not hard.”
Basic bathroom etiquette was apparently too much to ask.
It wasn’t a big deal—he knew that—but still.
Theo was pissed at thesituation.
He closed his eyes, focusing on the spine-tingling feeling of being able to relieve himself after what felt like an eternity.
World-changing.
Life-altering, actually.
The kind of relief that reset his blood pressure and unknotted his shoulders.
And then—gone.
Ripped from him like a goddamn fire alarm.
A body pressed up against his from behind. A furnace of heat against his back.
His entire system locked up.
Gone was the peaceful moment.
This was too much like the first-floor high school bathroom.
Too close to that memory.
Terrifying.
Exhilarating.
Before he could turn, before he could even seewho the fuck—his cheek slammed into the cold, grimy, tile wall.
A heavy hand braced against the back of his head, fingers digging in just enough to let him know this wasn’t a mistake.
“Are you interested?”
The voice was deep. Gravel dragged across asphalt. It scraped over his spine and left goosebumps in its wake.
He didn’t recognize it. Didn’t need to.
His body answered before his brain could catch up.
“Yes or no, baby,” the guy whispered.
