Page 26 of Cheater and the Saint
Tayte slid into the seat across from me and stole one of my chips—the asshole.
He caught me up on what’d happened in his life in the past few weeks. The hookups, the funny stories with the guys, and an incident about a kid falling asleep in his earth science class and the teacher scaring the dude so bad to wake him up that he nearly pissed himself.
Tayte and I’d still texted and said hi when we ran into each other on campus, so it wasn’t like I hadn’t talked to him at all. That didn’t stop the guy from rehashing some of the same stories he’d sent through text, but it was a lot funnier to have him say them in person. With all the added-in facial expressions and crazy voices.
The guy should be a comedian.
“So there I was, butt-ass naked over this chick and sucking on her big tits, about to slide into home base, if ya know what I mean,” Tayte said before taking a drink of my soda. I shot a look around us to see if anyone was eavesdropping, and yeah, there were several eyes zeroed in on us. But whatever. “When all of a sudden, the door busts open and in comes this dude with a baseball bat. Fuck man. I didn’t even put on my shoes, just ran out of there, pants still falling down. She still has my shoes. The bitch. She could’ve told me she had a big, muscled boyfriend.”
I laughed so hard that my eyes watered. “I feel your pain. I fucked a guy before the semester started, and his wife caught us. I didn’t know he was married. Not like I would’ve cared, but it still would’ve been nice to be prepared.”
“We’re quite the pair, aren’t we?” Tayte asked with a shit-eating grin. It was then that I caught the look in his eyes, that hunger, and the way his nostrils flared a bit. I was attuned to lust, and his thirst was strong. “We really need to hang out again.”
I knew what he was insinuating, but unlike before, I didn’t crave what he craved. Not sure why, either. Tayte was fucking hot with his tanned skin and athletic body. He was the obvious hot, too, like a living and breathing symbol of sexiness.
And for some reason, I thought of Saint, whowasn’tthe obvious kind of hot, but more unique. Maybe it was because I figured I couldn’t have him that made me want him so bad.
“I gotta get to class,” I said after checking the time. Since he’d downed half of it anyway, I just gave him my Mountain Dew before grabbing my bag and standing. Even if it wasn’t in the sexual way he’d implied, he and Ididneed to hang out again, and I could use a few drinks. “Wanna go out tonight?”
Tayte’s surprise flickered in his brown eyes just as a smile worked its way to his lips. “Hell yeah. Where you wanna go? The Cowboy?”
“Sure. I’ll text you.”
Nothing worth mentioning happened in class—I mean, it was a math one, so it was always horrible—and afterward, I walked back to the dorm.
Saint was sitting in the loveseat when I walked in, his legs curled up beneath him, and he had his laptop balanced on the armrest, typing away with an adorably concentrated look on his face.
“Are you ever not doing homework?” I asked, snagging his attention.
Upon seeing me, he smiled, and my heart felt airborne, like it’d bounce right out of my chest if not for my ribcage.
“I was researching for an upcoming paper,” he responded, taking off his glasses and placing them on the side table. He rubbed at his eyes before focusing on me. “How was class?”
“Not sure. Slept through most of it,” I said, grinning when he scoffed.
Things really did feel different between us. We weren’t all of a sudden best friends or anything, but his walls were down. Maybe not all the way, but lowered at least. Enough so that we could talk without him getting all weird.
Well… weirder. ItwasSaint after all.
“What are you doing tonight?” Saint asked, a bit nervously.
“It’s been a while since I went out with Tayte, so I think we’re gonna go to the Cowboy.”
Although he tried to hide it by smiling, I saw his face fall anyway. “Oh. Sounds fun.”
His lean body took up most of the loveseat as he stretched out his legs across the other cushion. Even though he was thin, he was in great shape and muscled in just the right places—toned biceps and a nice peek of abs as his shirt rode up. He didn’t take me as a gym guy, but fuck it, maybe he was.
“Do you wanna go?” I asked, already knowing his answer but wanting to try anyway.
“No, thanks.” He grabbed his laptop from the armrest, pulling it onto his lap.
I thought—hoped—he’d say more, but he didn’t.
“If you change your mind, Frosty, let me know.”
Saint only nodded and continued scrolling on his computer.
Later that night, Tayte and I carpooled with some other people because we knew we’d be getting shitfaced and not able to drive home. We got to the club around ten-thirty, and the parking lot was crowded but not overly so. After parking, we walked across the lot and toward the building.
