Page 14 of Dark Little Game
How far are you going to take this?
The moment I give his neck a squeeze, he pulls away, giving me a wide-eyed stare.
I didn’t choke him.
Not even close.
It was just a hint. Asuggestion. A reminder that I could end him.
He looks like a deer in headlights.
I look him up and down. “So are you trying to fuck me, Colson, or did you just need a goodnight kiss?”
He doesn’t answer.
His lips are slick and a little swollen from how hard he kissed me. His chestnut-brown hair is a little disheveled, and I can’t deny he looks better than ever. Rayne apparently lets his scruff grow out sometimes now, too.
He looks… harder.
You still have those big, brown puppy dog eyes, though.
I know exactly how soft you are on the inside.
He turns and darts a glance over toward a group of students in the corner.
He’s looking at two girls and two guys, all of them dressed immaculately and blowing cigar smoke out an open window.
And finally he talks to me.
“Not trying to fuck you. You were just a means to an end.”
The people in the corner keep glancing over at us.
And puzzle pieces begin to fit together in my mind.
“Did you just kiss me to make your ex-girlfriend jealous? Pretty sadistic for a good boy like you.”
“Fuck off,” he mutters, taking a step back away from me. “Ex-boyfriend, not girlfriend. But thanks for assuming.”
Damn.
So Colson finally did come out of the closet.
Apparently a lot of things have changed in the two years I spent in London.
Rayne is a sophomore in college now, and his face is still boyish, but his body is clearly built from months and months of hard work.
He’s wobbly on his feet as he steps away from me.
I have to reach out to steady him by his arm before he knocks over a half-full glass of whiskey on a table behind him.
He’s drunker than I realized.
I can see the regret hitting his expression in real time, like he’s realizing the enormity of the mistake he made.
“My brother isn’t in this room. Relax,” I tell him as his eyes glance around the room again. “Weston didn’t see your little stunt. I won’t tell him how much you missed me.”
“Didn’t miss you at all.”
