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Excitement rushes through me. I quickly open it and press play.
Harper’s in her room, sitting on the floor. The phone must be propped up against the wall, or maybe one of the legs of her desk.
She looks so embarrassed, a pretty pink tone warming her cheeks. The edges of her pert mouth keep ticking like she’s fighting back a bashful smile.
“Okay, it’s been a while since I’ve done this,” she explains. “But I guess a deal’s a deal.”
I grin. Damn right it is.
She crawls back on her rug so she’s in full view of the camera. She’s wearing a yellow t-shirt and blue shorts that reveal her long, smooth legs. My cock jumps at how soft and delicious her thighs look.
She stands up, at profile with the camera. “Alright, here it goes.”
My mouth pops into a circle as she actually does it.
Her body is like a wave. She only has enough space in her room to do two worm motions, but I’m mesmerized the entire time. And more than a little turned on.
Harper’s cheeks are splotched with crimson when she picks up her phone.
“Show anyone this video and I’ll kill you,” is the last thing she says before it ends.
She doesn’t have to worry. No one gets to see my fake girlfriend’s body moving like that but me.
29
SEBASTIAN
Having Bryce over at my house in Cedar Shade, hanging out and laughing with all my teammates, is great. Really, it is.
But this guy’s known me for my whole damn life. He knows things about me that no one else here does. Things my teammates wouldn’t even suspect. And he’s got no problem sharing them.
“Dude, nowaythat’s Sebastian,” Kiran exclaims, leaning over Bryce’s shoulder while we’re all at the picnic table in our backyard as the party rages around us.
Bryce decided to bust out some pictures he has of me when we were kids, and the guys are eating it up. I was built like a beanpole before high school, and this fact is generating endless amusement for everyone but me.
“You both knew Harper growing up, too, right?” Veikko asks.
I glower at him.
“Oh, yeah,” Bryce answers. “Sebastian had a crush on her.”
I almost spit out the sip of beer I just took. “What!” I exclaim.
Bryce chuckles, nostalgia glimmering in his eyes. “Dude, come on. Don’t try to deny it after all these years.”
“Whendo you think I had a crush onHarper?”
I ask the question like it’s the height of absurdity. Like I haven’t rewatched that stupid video she sent me of her doing the worm multiple times a day for the last week. Like I haven’t started looking forward to our fake dates.
Like I didn’t fuck my hand last night because I suddenly remembered what her tits felt like pressed against my chest at Starlite.
“In sixth grade when you sat one row back and to the left of her in math class and you literally couldn’t stop looking at her,” my best friend replies.
Carter smacks his hand on the surface of the table, letting out a loud guffaw. Jamie snickers, shaking his head and trying not to laugh as much as he wants to. The other guys don’t show me that courtesy.
I roll my lips, my hackles raised. “You’re imagining things.”
Bryce huffs a laugh. “Yeah, like I’m imagining the way you used to stalk her Goodreads account for book recommendations.”
