Page 20 of One Twisted Lie

His face does that awful scrunched-up thing I recognize from all the times he’s gotten pissed at me. “Hey. Don’t be a dick. I—”

“I love that show,” I admit, looking at his choice and smiling. None of our friends like anime. I mentioned it once to Avery and he asked me if that was food, Daniel tried to hide his chuckle, and Magnus wouldn’t stop talking shit.

“Wait? What?” he asks, eyes wide as he sees me scrolling to the fourth season. “You like it too?”

“The idea that someone would be willing to risk everything for the sake of humanity,” I say, waving my hands in the air as I hear myself getting a bit too enthusiastic. “The Titans?Mikasa? What’s not to like?”

It takes a second, but he beams at me, looking like an excited kid sharing a new toy. His hands do this little twitch as he knocks my fingers away, reaching for the laptop and scrolling past the first three episodes. “Right? The animation is killer and you’ve got to love the storyline.”

“And Levi Ackerman,” I say, picturing my favorite character in the newest season with the new uniform. “I’d go gay for him.”

Ozymandias snorts as he knocks his shoulder into mine. “I thought you were only gay for me.”

It’s supposed to be a joke in a moment where we’re being more than civil with each other, but it hits. Yeah, I guess I am gay for only Ozymandias. I tried watching gay porn the other night, and it didn’t do anything for me. I tried masturbating, but I only managed to get off by thinking of Ozymandias’s tight ass. We’ve been fucking like bunnies the past few days. Now that I’ve been inside of him, I’m stuck. He’s always so willing, so tight, so perfectly submissive, and apparently, I feed off that.

He always leaves right after, we don’t cuddle or anything, but I feel more connected to him in a way I hadn’t been before. When he’s all blissed out, he looks kind of adorable, and my chest swells with affection I shouldn’t feel for him. I don’t know how comfortable I am with those feelings.

He realizes that his comment changed the air in the room, filling it with an awkward sort of tension. We just stare at each other,Attack on Titanforgotten, and his gaze drops to my lips. I give him a little show, licking my bottom lip slowly and his jaw hangs open. He goes to lean in and so do I as if there’s nothing we can do to stop it.

We don’t kiss. After sealing the deal, we haven’t. It’s like an unspoken rule. And now, about to kiss with no ulterior motive, it fills me with some anxious excitement.

But a knock on the door stops us. He jumps back as if realizing what was about to happen and clears his throat. “Oh, that would be the food.”

I check my watch as I scrunch my brows. “That was quick.”

He shrugs, cocky as ever as he gets up. “I get what I want.”

I roll my eyes but am grateful when he answers the door for whatever he got me. There’s a nervous-looking freshman standing on the other end with a huge canvas bag in his hands. He trembles as he hands it over to Ozymandias, and the dick doesn’t even thank him as he shuts the door in the freshman’s face.

“Here you go,” he says, unpacking the bag and revealing a sick person’s wet dream. There’s some sort of soup, cough syrup, tissues, Vicks, and cough drops.

“Thanks,” I say, accepting the soup and uncovering it, scooting over so he can get back on the bed. “So, you’re relatively cool now by liking the same show I do.”

“What about you?” he asks, wagging his brows. “Any secret shames I should know about?”

I blow on my soup. I do have a secret shame, although I’m sure other people wouldn’t think of it as one. “I like designing video games.”

I’ve never actually told anybody that. My parents wouldn’t be interested in hearing it. If it were up to them, I’d spend all my time doing what I already do, working on shit for the company. Designing games is fun, and I get to relax, but I don’t have enough time to actually finish any projects.

I expect Ozymandias to make fun of me for my nerdy choice of hobby, but he just smiles. “That’s really cool. What kind of games?”

My chest feels light as I look at his face,actuallyinterested in what I have to say. “Um, I have a zombie game I’m working on. Kind of like video game horror.”

“Can I play it?”

I blush. It’s kind of a vulnerable thing, showing someone my work. I honestly feel like it’s crap. What if I show him and he doesn’t like it? What if that deepest part of me is mocked by someone else? I’m not typically a self-conscious person, but that’s a little too touchy-feely for me. “Um, maybe another time. What else do you like?”

He thinks about it for a second. It looks like he wants to argue with me but, thankfully, doesn’t. “I really like the book we’re reading in class.Wuthering Heights.”

“I didn’t picture you as a literature fan,” I say, raising my brows incredulously. Fuck, I love reading, but even I don’t like that book.

“What? Just because I’m a jock I can’t like books?” he snorts.

Okay, that was a bit judgmental of me, but can he blame me? I haven’t seen him read once. “What do you like about it?”

“I don’t know,” he says with a shrug. “I guess it’s kind of romantic.”

I almost spit out my soup. “You’re a romantic? Princess, seriously?”

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