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It’s probably fortunate my mum is sleeping at the end of the hallway because that forces me to be more responsible than I want to be. It also helps, albeit only slightly, that he is dressed in more than just a pair of flimsy boxers that did nothing to hide the outline of him as he slept beside me last night.
He also seems happy to just make out with me now that I’ve set the ground rules and he knows I’ll be taking things slow with him. Well, as slow as I can as he whimpers underneath me and I nearly lose my head again.
I pull back slightly to check the time and curse when I realise it’s already time to go.
“Dammit,” JT sighs, head hitting the pillow. “I don’t think I’ve ever wanted to miss a training more in my life.”
I smirk at that as I very reluctantly pull myself away from him. I rifle through my cupboard for a pair of black athletic shorts I think I’ve worn maybe once and hold them up to JT.
“Will these do?”
“Perfect,” he says, climbing off my bed and grabbing them from my hands. I know I should give him privacy to change but it’s not like he hides himself away as he drops his jeans to the floor and steps into the shorts, the loose material not doing a great job of concealing him.
“Well,” I can’t help but comment as my eyes drag down his body. “At least we know yourissueswith Chanel have been fixed.”
He huffs out a laugh. “You like that, don’t you?”
“Oh JT, you have no idea,” I say, reaching around to pull him taut against me.
“I think I just quit basketball,” JT murmurs, dropping his head back.
“No you don’t,” I say quietly. “I like my men hot and sweaty. Didn’t you hear?”
“I heard loud and clear, don’t you worry about that,” he grins. I kiss him again, hands sliding to his hips and pulling him taut. I want to grind on him but I refrain myself, knowing I need to be the one to set the pace between us. I don’t want him to look back on this weekend with even an ounce of regret and that means we need to slow this down.
“We better go. You’re going to be late,” I say as I pull back from him. He chases my mouth, and I grin to myself as he looks up at me, lips pink and puffy and eyes slightly dazed. I’m in no better state.
“Yeah, okay,” he eventually agrees. He pulls his sneakers on while I grab my keys and phone, and we head for the door.
CHAPTER 14
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Ihave no idea what to expect from JT when we return to school on Monday morning. Jace is waiting for me with a takeaway coffee, and I am slightly more reluctant to accept it from him today but I do anyway. I know I need to have a conversation here at some point, but I don’t mind kicking that particular can down the road a little longer.
I love that I start my week with double science because that means JT. I am slightly nervous though. I dropped him off at basketball training yesterday morning and he’s had the whole day and night to think about what happened between us. It all happened really fast and I’m worried he’s feeling regret now that he’s had time to think. It wouldn’t be the first time that’s happened to me, straight guys deciding they want to try out a little fun with a guy and then not be able to look me in the eye the next day.
I realise I’m feeling slightly anxious by the time I slide into my seat in the science classroom, clutching onto my coffee cup. But then he walks into the room, those bright green eyes hit me, and I know everything is okay.
He’s all shy and cute again and I see nobody but him as he bites onto his bottom lip and steps towards me. I love the shyness. I also love when he drops the shyness and comes out to play like he did on the weekend. It’s almost like he sets me a new challenge every time we see each other, and I am so here for it.
JT trips on someone’s backpack on his way towards me and I have to bite down on my escaping smile as his cheeks flush pink. How somebody so incredible on the basketball court turns so clumsy in my presence is something I enjoy immensely.
“Hello,” I say as he slinks into the seat beside me.
“Hi,” he replies, eyes on the desk.
“Did you have a nice trip?”
He snorts out a laugh, eyes dancing up to me. He relaxes when he sees I am amused, and those shoulders drop.
“It was a very nice trip, thanks for asking.”
“Did you send me a postcard?”
“No, never been much of a writer,” he quirks. “But I can tell you all about it later if you want.”
For someone who claims to be inexperienced, JT sure knows how to flirt. Of course, my mind instantly drops to the gutter. My smile melts away as my gaze falls to his mouth. I need to be reacquainted with those lips something chronic.
