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“He didn’t say who it was, but I know. He was always on the phone with him, always talking about him. And I know for a fact Logan thought I was too young for West. He was jealous.”

I sigh. “Anna, if what you say is true, you’re fighting a losing battle. If West is gay—”

“He’snot! Haven’t you been listening? He’s confused. Did you see anything in Logan’s room that might make you think they have something going on?”

“Like what, a love note? No, for Christ’s sake. I’ve gotta go.”

“No, wait, Dex. Please.” Anna’s voice clogs with tears, and despite my annoyance, I can’t just hang up on my little sister when she’s crying, even if we aren’t close. But I decide to keep what I heard Jase say a secret for now.

“What is it?”

She sniffles. “Just keep an eye out, okay? If I could just talk to West. All I need is a chance.”

“You can’t call him?”

“He blocked me a long time ago.”

“You need to forget about him,” I say gently. “You’re young, pretty, and smart. You could have any guy you want.”

“I want him. Two years, and I still think of him all the time.”

“Have you even tried not to think about him?” I ask.

“Fuck you, Dex. You just don’t understand. Wait—I’m sorry. Please. Just keep an eye out. That’s all I ask. If you see anything, let me know. Okay?”

“Sure,” I say before disconnecting.

Tucking my phone into my pocket, I look up to see someone standing inside the door of my room, which I’d unthinkingly left open.

Seo-jun.

In the weeks I’ve been working for Falcon Security, I’ve gotten to know most of my fellow employees. But not this guy. Other than a few words when we were introduced and a “pass the pepper” at the dinner table, he hasn’t spoken to me at all. Of medium height, skin a warm tan, eyes like two pools of ink, and the prettiest lips I’ve ever seen on a man, he’s absolutely beautiful. He could easily pass for a woman if he wanted to.Androgynous, I think. At the moment, he’s leaning casually against the door frame, slender hands clasped in front of him, dressed in a navy jogging suit and a pair of Adidas at least three sizes smaller than mine.

“Hey. What’s up?” I ask him.

He stares at me with those fathomless eyes for a moment. I wonder how much of my conversation with my hysterical sister he heard. I try to remember the last few things I said but can’t.

Finally, Seo-jun parts those plump, pink lips and says, “I wanted to ask if you’d like to take a run with me on the beach.”

Shocked, I can only stare at him for a moment.

“No?” he finally prompts.

“Uh, sure. I, uh, I’ll change and meet you out back.”

Seo-jun nods and disappears, leaving me stunned—because he’s definitely the last person I ever expected to extend an invitation like that. Pulling myself together, I begin getting dressed.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

West

A nice, hard fuck.

Ever since Logan’s comment on the way home from Raleigh, all I can think about is how it would feel to sink my cock inside him and plow him into the mattress. Or table. Or chair. I’m not choosy.

Oh, my God.

Adjusting my half-hard cock in my pants, I get back to the crunches I was doing before I fell into a lust-addled reverie. Sweat runs down my face, which I’m sure is beet red, as I push myself to the limit.

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