Page 76 of Call the Shots
“Yeah, we’re not.” I snapped my fingers. “So grab your sheet.”
Bear grumbled under his breath but dug out a clean sheet from his dresser. “I don’t get why I can’t wear pants.”
“They ruin the look, so you’ll need to take those off.” He started unbuttoning before I smacked his arm. “The toga goesoveryou. You don’t need to shed clothes in front of me, be a gentleman.”
“June, I’ve been inside of you.”
“Don’t remind me.”
“It’s not like there’s anything you haven’t seen.”
“I deleted the memory, it gives me peace.” I tied the light green bed sheet over his shoulder. “I know King’s on the list for people not allowed in the dorm…but he’s coming for Montoya’s birthday…”
Bear grunted. “Hm.”
“He’ll just be in the hallway.”
“King hasn’t been to the Colo in a while.”
I tightened another knot. “He’s busy.”
“Did you tell him?”
“Tell him…?”
“Did you tell your boyfriend we had sex?”
A slow heat crept up my spine and I avoided his gaze, finishing my work. “I tell King everything—” I straightenedhis makeshift toga. “Basically everything. It came up. Then we talked about summer training, end of story.”
“That’s all he had to say?”
“No, he called you Beau and I had to correct him.”
“King doesn’t know his girlfriend’s roommate’s name? Who’s a dude?”
“What’s with the inquisition?”
There was something restless about Bear, the way he kept picking and adjusting his toga, like he wanted to pace. “I didn’t want to talk about this before the party but—I told Xavier.”
“Told Xavier?” I froze, realizing what he meant. “You didn’t.”
“You were right. I’ve believed you for a while, I was too hardheaded to admit it,” he confessed. “Xavier had this exhibit thing at the art school, I told him, and he melted down?—”
“You asshole! I wanted to be there!”
Montoya’s voice stopped me from the kitchen. “June?”
I squeezed my eyes shut.Fuck.That was my big card against Xavier and Bear tossed it in the garbage disposal. That was theonething I knew would upset Xavier. And Bear had to take it away from me.
When I opened my eyes again, Bear was watching me, surprised. “I didn’t think it was that important to you.”
“Are you serious?” I whispered, careful to keep my voice quiet. “I wanted to call the shots! Why did you take that away from me? This guy has fucked me over and over and over. The one time I could get back at him and you—” I put my head in my hands. “Bear.Why?”
“I wanted to be sure?—”
“That your stepbrother is an asshole? I could’ve told you that!”
“I didn’t want to admit that—that?—”
