“You don’t like turkey? Maybe you’re so cranky because you’re not eating enough.”
Cranky? Was I really that…cranky?
“Turkey’s fine,” I said.
I felt so awkward around him right now. Uncomfortable in my own skin but for different reasons than usual.
He’d somehow slipped past my first line of defense, and I didn’t have the heart to kick him out.
Dakota started eating across from me, so I did the same. There was nothing but the sound of occasional loud laughter or shouts from students below as we ate.
When I was done, I looked up at Dakota, who was sitting on his bed and leaning against the wall, one leg drawn up as he watched me.
For a few long moments, we just stared at each other. Then I asked, “Can you show me where the laundry room is?”
Even after two months, I still had no fucking clue where it was. I’d been taking my clothes to a laundromat in town because I was too much of a chicken to ask Dakota again.
But now…
The smile that slowly stretched across his face was filled with so much delighted satisfaction that it sent a flurry of butterflies through my stomach.
He was beautiful, in every sense of the word. Strange and endearing and…beautiful.
“I’d love to,” he said, grinning as he slid to his feet.
Yeah, I bet he would.
12
RUN AWAY, DARLING. IT’S WHAT YOU DO BEST
DAKOTA
Reese trailed behind me as I led him to the basement of our building.
I was trying to act totally unbothered by what had happened earlier, but holy fucking shit, I was bothered to the extreme.
Hot and bothered.
I was so turned on back in that room as he dry humped me to completion that I almost came when he did.
This ever-growing attraction to him was getting out of hand.
All Reese had to do was walk into the room and I started getting hard. Just him looking at me turned me on.
The fantasies I kept having of him touching me—slowly peeling off my clothes, teasing me with fingers and tongue, kissing his way down my stomach only to pause above my cock—they were getting dirtier and darker and wouldn’t stop cluttering up my mind.
I didn’t care.
I loved every fucking second of what my depraved brain was coming up with.
I was discovering so many new parts of myself because of Reese, and Ilovedthat.
I craved his attention; having his eyes on me, having his words, having him close. The way he’d touched me in that closet…
He wasn’t as cold-hearted as he wanted me to think.
And the way he’d just lost all control on top of me? I needed him to do that again—when he was awake this time.
