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“See,” he whispers in my ear, licking one stripe on the side of my face. “I think we know who likes getting fucked.”

That snaps me back to reality. The condescension in his voice cuts through my cum-drunk state. I stagger up, shoving him off me as I reach for my pants and pull them up. “Get off me.”

When I turn around, he looks almost disappointed. Suddenly, his expression turns angry, and he scoffs. “Like I wanted to sit here and cuddle. Fuck off.”

The embarrassment isn’t pleasurable anymore. I hurry out of his room, covered in cum with a sore ass and a bruised pride. Throughout my walk back to my room, my shame increases because I just got fucked.

And I fuckinglovedit.

Chapter 10

Carter

I feel like utter shit.

I blow my nose for like the thousandth time today, cringing at the number of boogers that come out of my red and sore nose. I have no idea how this happened. Yesterday, I was fine. Sure, I was a little stuffy and sleep-deprived from working all day, but I wasn’t deathly sick.

Well, deathly sick might be an overstatement, but it sure feels like it.

I reach for my laptop, determined to get a bit more work done on my current project, but my arms are like jelly. I huff and drop myself back on the bed, burrowing under the covers and praying that this passes quickly. Being sick is gross. So fucking gross.

Just as I’m about to pass out, my door swings open. It’s not Magnus who walks in—I think he said he was going to Interlaken with Avery today—but Ozymandias.

I don’t automatically groan at seeing him. It’s a weird reaction for me. Normally, his presence makes me want to light myself on fire, but today, I’m just filled with pleasant contentment. He’s wearing his football hoodie and some track pants, looking completely edible, and he smiles at me as he walks in.

“Hey…” He trails off as he spots all the discarded tissues on the floor and probably at my face too. “Ew.”

“I’m sick,” I say, stating the obvious as I watch him tiptoe around all the gross shit on the floor.

“Well, that’s fucking disappointing,” he mumbles, running a hand through his hair as he frowns.

“Why, princess? You wanted to get fucked?” Despite being ill, my dick does perk up. I’m about to suggest he come over and suck it before a phlegmy cough prevents me from doing so. “I can’t.”

“Is it a cold?” he asks, reaching over to place the back of his hand on my forehead. “You don’t feel hot.”

“Probably, but I do feel like shit.” When Ozymandias sits down beside me on the bed, adjusting himself so his legs are spread out in front of him, and his back is against my headboard, I give him a look. “What are you doing?”

“I’m going to order you some food and medicine,” he says as if stating the obvious while scrolling through his phone. He hands me my laptop almost absentmindedly. “Got anything to watch?”

I blink at him. What the fuck? “Once again, what are you doing?”

He stiffens when he seems to realize what he’s suggesting. I can see him gulp harshly. There’s something determined in his eyes as he sits straight and coughs. “We can’t just…” he cringes “…hang out? I don’t have anything else to do. I’m bored.”

Truthfully, I’m bored too. It sucks being sick and unable to do anything. Also, I think I’m getting a bit burned out. I’ve been working on this program every hour of the day when I’m not occupied. Between that and fucking Ozymandias, I haven’t had time to just relax.

As weird as it is, I guess if he wants to chill, I can chill. “Fine.”

“So, what are we watching?” he asks, dropping his phone between us as he scoots closer to me.

“Your choice.” I pull up my browser and shrug. I don’t really watch much television. He reaches over me and types in something, and I snort. “The news? Seriously?”

“What?” he says defensively, giving me a shove. “It’s good for business.”

“Are you telling me there’s nothing that you watch only for yourself?”

“Well…” He bites his bottom lip and hides what he’s typing, angling my computer away and shooing me when I try to take a look.

“Spill,” I say, his sheepish response piquing my interest. He shows me the screen, and his face is beet red, looking like he wants the earth to swallow him whole. I choke out a laugh at what I see. “Attack on Titan. You like anime?”

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