Page 61 of Devil's Bargain

“Don’t what?”

“I’m already ashamed. I don’t want pity on top of that.”

“I don’t pity you.”

“Bullshit, Rick!” I laugh weakly. “Look at you. Your jeans… They cost more than my car.”

He looks down at his trousers. “Is money always going to be an issue with you?”

I wipe the rain and tears off my cheeks. “I shouldn’t have said that.”

He’s silent.

I tip my head back and let the rain hammer my skin. It doesn’t matter how many showers I have or how hard the rain is coming down, I can still feel Scott and Jared’s warm cum on my face.

“Tell me something else about you?”

I don’t open my eyes. “I love rain!”

He chuckles. “I can see that!”

I side-eye him with a shy smile. “Tell me something about you?”

“I love rain too.”

My grin widens. “What else do you love?”

“Pancakes.”

My cheeks are hurting now. “Yeah?”

He nods. “Waffles too. I’m not picky.”

I roll onto my stomach and rest my cheek on my arms.

“You’re going to be covered in sand.” He laughs.

I shrug. “I don’t care.”

He lies down on his side next to me, propping his cheek on his hand. “Me neither.”

We watch each other. The wind is dying down, but the rain is still falling.

I kick my legs in the air. “What are your dreams, Rick?”

His eyes are on my lips. “I don’t really have dreams. Life seems to happen to me. I just go along with it.”

I search his face. “But you want to pursue a football career, right?”

His eyes flick back up to mine. “I’m good at it.”

“But is it what you want?”

“There are a lot of things I want that I can’t have.”

My throat is suddenly dry. I roll over and stare up at the sky, but it’s difficult because the rain falls into my eyes, so I end up blinking rapidly.

“I want to pursue football,” he says next to me. Then, before I know what’s happening, he climbs on top of me. “I’m not going to kiss you,” he whispers.

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