Vibrations hum against my leg, and my heart clenches, wanting it to be Lacey but knowing it won’t be.
I pull my phone from my pocket, my knuckles whitening as her name flashes on my screen.
“Lacey.” I feel as breathless as I sound, my heart pounding too fast for my lungs to catch up.
“Hey.” Her voice is soft, hesitant. “Where are you?”
“Outside your door.” It’s a confession I shouldn’t have made because my explanation is impossible. “Where are you?”
“Outside yours.”
It takes a second for me to process what she is saying. She’s not with the professor…
My feet move before I can think. “Stay there. Don’t move. I’m coming.”
Our apartments are a twenty-minute walk apart, but I make it in less than ten, heart in my throat, sweat pouring from every pore. I need a shower and water, but none of that matters when I see my favorite person standing by my door.
I watch her for a moment, remembering how it felt to be inside her—like coming home for the first time.
I want to come home to her every day.
“Lacey.”
She jumps at the sound of my voice, and her fingers knot together as she watches me walk toward her. A soft smile pulls at the corner of her mouth, and my breathing becomes manageable again.
My stomach feels like her fingers, tight and nervous. “Hey.”
“Hey.”
Things are… awkward. We are never awkward.
“We have to talk.”
Fuck.
“But first, I have to tell you something.” She picks at her nails in the way she does when she is unsure.
My skin feels every scratch like a dagger. Is she going to say we fucked up our relationship by fucking and can’t be friends anymore?
No. I won’t let her. I’ll keep my dick in my pants and my goddamned mouth shut. She doesn’t have to know how being inside her ruined me for anyone else.
I pull out my keys, gripping them tightly in my fist as a distraction or a shield. “You want to go inside?”
She shakes her head. “Let me get this out first.”
Trembles make the keys rattle in my fist. I shove them into my pocket.
Taking a deep breath, she looks at me. “I sucked Professor Gibson’s penis.”
I knew it was coming, but I didn’t expect the instant hardening of my dick as I pictured my sweet little Lacey on her knees, begging for cock.
As quickly as the arousal surges, jealousy threatens to gnaw its way to the surface, but I push it aside. Lacey is beginning her journey, finally living the life she’d restricted to paper.
I’m not going to ruin it for her.
I almost groan with sick laughter. We’ve switched roles in our relationship—Lacey will be the one going out, and I’ll be sitting home alone, watching my phone.
But I’ll take whatever I can get. I’ll be the supportive best friend and lock away my stupid heart as long as I get to keep her.
