Page 44 of Your Only Fan
Isaac
“He’s got a crush on me,” I say as soon as Linc opens his door and I barge in.
He’s only wearing his boxer shorts, his six-pack glistening with sweat, as is the rest of his body.
“Who?” he asks, all confused.
“Why are you wet?” I ask.
Linc closes the door and slits his eyes.
“Because I saw you, baby,” he says in a low, rumbly tone.
“Ha ha. Good one. Are youwithsomeone?” I look around his apartment.
The last thing I need is to catch sight of anything I’m not a fan of. Like some flying, naked ladybits.
“No. I was working out,” he says, pointing down the hallway.
“At this time? Jeez. You’re obsessed,” I say and collapse on his couch.
Linc is one of those guys who is smitten, crazy-in-love, horny for the gym. So much so that he’s got a home gym set up in the spare room with all the equipment as well as a huge-ass loan to go with it.
“Yeah, well, I was feeling angry, so I needed to take it out on something,” he says.
He sits on the other end of the couch, leaning forward on his knees and turns his head staring at me.
“Why are you angry?”
“Who’s got a crush on you?” we ask at the same time.
“Because I wasted my time with Makayla.”
“Who do you think?” We answer at the same time, also. “Wait, what? You’re angry because you wasted time with her? It’s not your fault. You were blind and in love.”
He nods. “That’s just it. I was blind, and I don’t know how or why. But enough about her. Who’s got a crush on you? Ezra?”
It’s my turn to nod.
“Well, I’m not surprised. You’ve been screwing for months. If I’d been fucking a lifeless sex doll for so long, I’d also have a crush,” he says with a smirk.
“Hey! I’m not a sex doll—”
“Aren’t you, though?” he interrupts.
“I am not. And I don’t mean CumJunkie. I mean me.”
“Jesus Christ, dude. Warn a guy!Cum Junkie?Do you have to be so vile?” Linc grimaces.
I roll my eyes. “Whatever, man. I’m telling you. Ezra has a crush on me. Isaac. Not the faceless guy he’s been screwing. Me. His teacher.”
Linc’s brows furrow and he cocks his head. “Wait, really?”
“Really. And he thinks I don’t know he exists,” I say.
“Wow.”
“Wow, indeed. What the hell am I gonna do?”
