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Avery peeks out from his little cocoon and bites his bottom lip. “Is that okay?”

“Honey, I love them,” Sebastian coos. “How about we take them down so I can keep them and bring them all to my room?”

Suddenly, Avery jumps to his feet and drags Sebastian up with him. He brings him into a bear hug and spins him around the room with a giddy smile on his face. “I knew you’d love them! I knew you would!”

I stare dumbfounded at the scene in front of me. Avery, half-naked, running around ripping poetry from the wall. Sebastian, is the picture of calm, meticulously picking up the trash from the ground.

I step up to say something, maybe even thank Sebastian for calming Avery down, but he whips his head at me before I can say anything. “Get the fuck out of here.”

There’s so much venom in his voice, and his demeanor leaves nothing to the imagination. I look at Avery who’s made a complete one-eighty, so I don’t bother fighting Sebastian.

I leave the room wondering what the fuck is going on tonight. Since when did I become the villain in all of this? Oz and Carter are hate-fucking in my room, Avery is having a mental breakdown, and Sebastian apparently detests me.

Also, where the fuck am I going to sleep tonight?

Chapter 16

Daniel

“What? No way.”

“Yeah, your dorm was covered in the shit. Avery called them poetry, but they didn’t make any sense.”

I sigh and collapse onto my bed. Poor, Avery. While I’ve been enjoying Magnus’s daily calls, the news about Avery is deeply concerning. I’m not too worried about the state of our dorm, things can always be cleaned and tidied up, but I can’t believe the way he was acting.

“Should we be worried?” I ask him, chewing the inside of my cheek.

“It seemed like Sebastian had a good handle on the situation.”

I startle at that. “Sebastian is actually his friend?”

“I know, right? Oh, shit. Did I tell you about Carter and Oz yet?”

“No,” I say, laughing at his gossip. “What’s happening with them?”

“They’re hate-fucking! I called it!”

“Holy shit,” I gasp, sitting up straight as I drop my jaw. “No, they are not.”

“I have proof.”

“Right. Sure,” I say, rolling my eyes. “Do you really?”

There’s a pause on the other end of the line. “Well, no, but I have my suspicions.”

“God, can you imagine what sex would be like between them?”

“I try to make a point of not thinking about other people’s sex lives anymore.”

“Oh, really?” I snort, shaking my head. “I don’t believe that.”

“Believe me, baby. The only sex I want to hear about is ours.”

His voice has dropped at least an octave, becoming a husky rasp. My laughter dies and my mouth dries as I fidget with my phone. “What about ours?”

I can hear my own voice becoming breathy and I’m such a fucking slut for him because I swear he’s able to hear the little pants I’ve started letting out. Just thinking about us and sex makes me crazy.

“I like to think about the way your ass tastes when I’m fucking it with my tongue. I like to remember the way your hole clenches around me, squeezing me until all I can do is burst.”

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