Page 101 of Dark Little Game
God, I’m fucked in the head for liking Hunter Knox this much, but at this point I know I can’t stop myself.
“Hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen,” I murmur as I slide out of him, discarding the condom.
“Speak for yourself, king.”
He looks so good lying back on his pillow like this that it almost hurts.
Why do you have to be so perfect in these moments?
Why does it have to be like this?
I tear my eyes away and give him a little nod. “I need to go wash off.”
I head out the door quickly and across the hall into the bathroom.
The world is spinning.
The rush of emotions hit me like a hot blast, and now everything feels different.
Once I’m alone in the bathroom, I lean over the countertop and try to catch my breath.
Breathing in, breathing out.
Remembering that look in his eyes.
A look that drew me in so completely.
Claimed me.
I glance across the counter and see the little plastic organizer basket that’s full of Weston’s stuff. It’s a shared bathroom, and all at once I’m confronted with the reminder of what I’m doing.
It’s not just a vengeful drunken kiss at a party, anymore.
I’m fucking my best friend’s brother.
And even worse, I’m keeping it secret.
When I’m with Hunter it feels like we’re in our own little world.
And then the moment I’m back out here, in reality, everything else comes spiraling back down onto me.
My heart pounds. I hop in the shower for a quick rinse.
As if the water on my body will scrub my conscience clean.
As if it could make anything right.
When I head back into our dorm room I close the door behind me, and I purposely don’t lock it this time.
I head over to my bed, not looking over at Hunter.
“You know, you could sleep in my bed,” he offers. “For the warmth.”
“I’ve got my own,” I tell him. “You know how often Weston barges in here in the morning to wake me up.”
“Right.”
Once I’m lying down I want to turn his way and look over at him.
