Page 68 of Flagrant Foul
There’s a knock at the door. A light wrap of a knuckle on timber. It shocks me so much that I leap several feet into the air, landing clumsily as I yank my hands off my cock.
I straighten myself out, looking around the room like a fucking idiot, as though I expect someone to have seen me. “Who’s there?”
“It’s me. Open the door.”
I’m not going to lie. I’m having real trouble remembering the new-me rules right now, and I’m finding it all but impossible not to let my dick fill in the blanks of what’s happening.
I scramble across the room and open the door, and there he is.
The bane of my existence.
The light of my life.
He’s leaning against the wall across the hallway from me. His knees are bent, like he started sliding down the wall but stopped himself before sliding too far. The result is that for once, I’m not looking up at him. Our gazes line up exactly.
He holds eye contact for a second. An eon. And then drops it. It dips down to my mouth, and I see his jaw work. His Adam’s apple bobs and rides down his throat.
His eyes stay fixed on my lips.
My heart starts to race. Not race. Pound. My heart pounds so hard and fast that even if I wanted to, I couldn’t speak.
I can’t breathe.
Can’t move.
I’m scared.
Never been this scared before.
Never been this sure of the way he’s looking at me. Never been more afraid of being wrong.
I’m not wrong, though, because Sev pushes himself upright and closes the space between us. He moves quickly, but the moment drags out for an eternity.
When he’s within touching distance, he turns his head to the side and looks away from me. His face in profile is a beautiful thing. He raises his hand, reaching behindhis head the same way he always does when he does his hair. He does it easily. As though it’s a reflex. Something he does without thinking.
He looks back at me after a lifetime, dropping his arm slowly and uncurling his fist in front of me.
A hair tie lies on his palm.
It’s black, the hair tie. Not very thick, not very thin. Nondescript except for the fact that it’s his and he’s offering it to me.
I reach for it robotically—confused as fuck—taking it from him and then feeling unsure what to do with it. My heart is beating so hard that I’m worried he’ll hear it.
The corner of Sev’s mouth hitches up and his eyes soften, robbing me of my breath. I never thought I’d see him like this, with soft eyes fixed on me.
I want him so much that I don’t know what to do with myself.
He takes the hair tie back from me and takes my hand. He stretches the hair tie, sliding it over my hand, rolling it down until it’s on my wrist.
My heart thunders.
My cock aches.
I wish to God I knew what was going on.
I think I know, but I’ve been so wrong so many times before. So disappointed. So hurt. So rejected.
And yet…and yet, this time feels different.
