Fuck him for making me like this.
I’ve never had this issue before.
I’m kind and stable. I don’t rush to conclusions. I don’t blame other people.
But I’m about to blame him.
I raise my hand to knock, but decide against it, pushing the door open without warning. I want to throw him off his game. I want to make him nervous. But when I step inside, he’s not there.
So fucking typical. Maybe if I had my coin, I’d have gotten lucky. Maybe he’d be here.
My hand runs through my hair as I look around, taking in the crumpled bedsheets, the trophies sitting on a shelf on the opposite side of the room, and a large framed picture of Colton painted in neon orange and pink hanging on the wall.
Of fucking course, he has a picture of himself on the wall of his room.
He can’t get enough of himself.
I bet he jerks off to it nightly.
As I take a step closer, I hear a small chuckle behind me. My gaze turns over my shoulder, and I see Colton standing there, a towel in his hand, the rest of him completely naked.
“Couldn’t stay away, could you?”
He rubs that towel over his damp chest, his soft dick swinging between his legs.
I swallow and turn to face him completely, making sure to meet his stare.
“You stole something from me, and I want it back.”
His hand twitches slightly, and his lips turn up. “That so? And what would that be?”
“My coin. It was in my pocket when—” My words stop, and Colton’s grin widens.
“When I got you off? How about you just call it what it was?”
“Fuck you,” I murmur as I fist my hands near my hips. I’m not normally this angry, this out of control, but something about him pisses me off.
Xochitl. Yeah. That’s why. He stole something that was mine.
Just like he did with my coin.
“Someone told me you like to steal what doesn’t belong to you. So just give it back.”
The towel drops to the ground, and he stalks toward me, his eyes narrowed and mischievous.
I refuse to back down, so I don’t move. And I refuse to look down past his neck. I won’t give him any ammunition against me. Don’t want him thinking I want to look at his big dick and heavy balls.
He stops right in front of me, and from this distance, I can smell him. The scent of his soap, his deodorant. It makes something light up inside of me.
“I don’t have your stupid coin. You lost it in the woods.”
“I couldn’t find it.”
“I don’t have it.”
His finger touches my chest, and he drags it up, knocking against my nose in the process. A small laugh escapes him. He thinks this is a joke.
It makes anger flare inside of me, molten hot.
