Page 53 of Spearcrest Knight

“What the fuck was that all about?”

“Payback and a favour rolled into one.”

“How is that a favour?”

He smirks. “I don’t know, Evan, let me think. What do girls and boys do at parties?”

“Yes—obviously I know what girls and boys do at parties. But what if Sophie does what girls and boys do withanother boyat the party?”

Zach snorts. “Please. She hates everyone at Spearcrest.”

“True,” I admit, suddenly calmer. “You’re right.”

“Everyone, includingyou,” Zach adds mercilessly. “So make an effort, eh?”

“Right, right…”

His words stay with me for the rest of the day. By the time I get back to the dorms that evening, my mind is full of thoughts of Sophie at the party.

Sophie being chatted up by boys who are finally realising how attractive she is. Sophie being chatted up by Zach, who would probably do it just to wind me up. Sophie liking Zach, because he’s hard-working and intelligent and sarcastic, just like her.

Worst of all, Sophie being chatted up by Luca. Luca would do it just because he can, just because Sophie is mine and Luca always wants what doesn’t belong to him.

All of this is unbearable to think about, and I make a silent but deadly promise to myself that I’ll smash in the faces of anybody who goes near her.

But then my mind goes down an even more unbearable road.

Sitting with Sophie and chatting and having a drink with her. Dancing with Sophie under the canopy of the trees, stumbling drunkenly in the frosty grass. Pinning her against a tree trunk, kissing her mouth, her neck, her throat. Holding her up against me, her thighs wrapped around my hips. Her rough voice rasping a low moan against my ear while I push my cock slowly inside her. Making her wait, making her tremble and beg.

I roll around on my bed, burying my face into my pillow. I’m hard just thinking about it—really fucking hard—but I have to resist the urge to slip my hand into my boxers. Not just because my roommate could come back into the room at any time, but mostly because I don’t think I could face Sophie tomorrow after having jacked off thinking about her… again.

I end up falling asleep still half-hard, and spend the entire night dreaming of nothing but Sophie.

Turns out facing Sophie after jacking off to thoughts of her is not something I should have worried about. Thursday afternoon comes, and Sophie is nowhere to be seen. I text her even though I know she probably doesn't like it when I do.

“Are you not coming today?”

She texts back a few minutes later.

“No. Lit exam is over. Gone straight to town.”

I sigh in disappointment, then see that she’s typing again.

“Is that ok?”

From Sophie, this is inexplicably cute. I sit down at the kitchen counter and hesitate before texting back.

“Yea yea. Are you coming to the party tomorrow?”

I wait for her response, tapping my fingers in impatience. She responds three minutes later.

“No.”

“Why not? It’ll be fun. Come.”

“Not worth the trouble if I get caught.”

“Then don’t get caught.”

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