Page 9 of Crave

Damian blows out a breath, stretching his arms in front of him. His cheeks are flushed. He's definitely turned on.

“I get it, Alana. It's all the things we aren’t.”

“No,” I giggle. “It's all the things you are.” I sink below the surface of the hot tub until my head is submerged in warm water.

*

Two days later, in the middle of a lecture, my phone buzzes with a text from Damian.

Call me.

I immediately feel tingly, surprised by the fizz of excitement. I mean, it’s just Damian. After the party, he walked me home and made sure I got inside okay, because he’s sweet like that. And I teased him some more on the way home, because I’m a bitch like that.

I didn’t expect him to linger on my mind afterward.

I wait till I’m back in my room to call. He answers with a question.

“Do you want your fantasy to come true?”

My stomach flips. “What are you talking about?”

“The fantasy you told me about in the hot tub, with the lacrosse team.”

“I know what you mean. I'm asking about the coming true part.”

He exhales. “I know some guys.”

“What?” I sit down on my bed, fast.

“Not the whole team, I definitely wouldn't recommend that. But part of it. These are decent guys. They’d be down for this, but respectful.”

My mouth opens and closes, but no words come.

“You'd be in control. I didn't tell them your name. To them, it’s hypothetical. And, uh, not in the locker room. But that's better as fantasy anyways. You wouldn't actually want to do it in the locker room.”

There’s a long silence.

“Damian, are you for real?” I finally ask.

“Look,” he says quickly, “I’m offering. But I know you didn’t ask for this, and I totally get it if you're not interested. Just say so, and we'll never talk about it again.”

Holy shit.

He’s offering to make my craziest fantasy a reality.

I don’t doubt the guys would be respectful; Damian would make sure of that.

I’m in shock, and I can’t answer right away. Because my vision swims with a group of nameless hot men, naked and straining and desperately turned on. Needing the relief that I can give them.

And one man who’s definitely not anonymous.

I catch my reflection in the mirror. My long brown hair is a tousled mess because I’ve been running my fingers through it. I’m not a blusher, but my cheeks are pink, and my eyes are lit up with excitement. My nipples are hard, my whole body tingling.

“Alana?” Damian asks.

I want him to moan my name. I’ve never fantasized about Damian before, but suddenly I want to hear him beg. I want him to plead with me to let him come, while for one night I’m the center of his world.

“Who are the other guys?” Coming back to earth, I picture the lacrosse team.

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