Page 47 of Dark Little Game
Ignore him?
Why does my stupid heart always have to care?
“I want to hurt you,” Hunter murmurs to me in the dream.
“So hurt me,” I tell him. “Hurt me as much as you want. Doesn’t mean I’m just going to give up on you like the rest of the world did.”
Even as I say it I feel the fear that comes right along with it.
I can’t get involved with him.
Can’t get sucked in.
He leans in to crush his mouth to mine again and when he kisses me, I allow him to possess me.
His tongue sliding on mine is intoxicating.
Like I’m free falling into his darkness.
And I’m not even a little bit afraid.
My cock acheswhen I wake up.
The afternoon sunlight is filtering in through the trees outside the window. I let out a breath as I blink my eyes open and look to the other side of the room.
The other bed is still empty.
Dust motes float in the sun shaft coming in.
I must have only been asleep for about an hour.
I reach down to grip my dick and it’s harder than a fucking rock.
I moan as I squeeze it, but I can’t live with myself if I get off to the idea of Hunter.
That’s Weston’s brother.
It’s his fucking brother, no matter what happened in the library, and I just can’t.
I stand up, shaking off the sleep and trying to ignore the heavy ache between my legs. I make a few laps around the room and I figure out the only way I’m going to get past this is throughmotion.
I need to move.
Need to run.
I’m changed into my workout clothes within another minute, and I head out the door and onto the street.
I run down Red Row and head out onto campus, taking the long route.
The run takes an hour, and by the end, my mind is finally clear.
I’m going to go back into the house.
Have fun with my friends.
And I’m not going to be a moth to Hunter’s flame.
Back on the front lawn of the Onyx Society house, I see something tacked onto the front double doors.
