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Well,almosteverything.
I ghost my finger over my cock. My way-too-small cock. "You were meant to draw me, not replicate one of your own dick pics."
"I wanted to capture the truth."
"That's not an accurate representation."
"Bullshit."
"I don't understand."
He glares at me. "You were semi-hard. You must've taken a pill or something before class."
"No such pill exists." I dismiss his ludicrous notion. "And even if it did, I'd have no need to take it. What you saw was all natural. I guess I'm just a show-er…" He opens his mouth, and he's so freaking predictable I can tell what he's going to say, so I beat him to it. "AndI'm also a grower."
He sneers, shaking his head in defeat. "Whatever."
I'm done dealing with him and about ready to wrap up my victory lap. "You ready to go?" I ask Buzz.
"I thought you were coming back to mine for a drink," Zane says.
Buzz is caught in the middle. Literally. His head turns from side to side as he weighs up his options.
"It's okay." I slide my hand over his upper back and be the better man. "I didn't mean to intrude. If you guys had plans…"
"No. We didn't," he says.
Zane glares at Buzz, and what an ass. It's only making Buzz squirm even more. Buzz had told me the plan was they would grab burgers at the diner then head to the class. He never mentioned anything about wanting to hang out afterward, even though it's clear that's what Zane had in mind.
"Would you mind if I went back with Court?" Buzz asks Zane. "I'm a little tired and not really up for a drink."
"Yeah. That's fine." Zane wrenches his canvas out of my grip, not meeting my gaze. "It's fine," he repeats, collecting his stuff. "I might make a move. See ya, Buzz." He narrows his eyes at me. "Courtland."
I tip my head. "Zane."
And with that, the asshole storms off.
35
Courtland
"Why did you really do the class?" Buzz asks me once we're in the car.
"Like I said, Annebelle was in a pinch, and?—"
"The bullshit-free version please."
I take a left onto Buzz's street. "Fine. I did it to get under Zane's skin."
"Why?"
"Because I think the guy's an asshole, and I don't like you being friends with him."
"Court."
"Hey, you asked for the bullshit-free version," I say, pulling up out the front of his place. "There it is. The truth ain't always pretty. But, if it's any consolation, I donated my fee to the Clovelly Animal Shelter."
"You did?"
