My body itches, because I hate myself for coming here. “I hate you.”
“Good to know.”
We ascend the stairs, and my eyes fall to his ass. Why does he have to be so hot?
He looks over his shoulder and catches me staring, and his lips twitch. Then his eyes drop to my crotch. “Excited already?”
“Shut up.”
He’s wearing his self-satisfied smirk, and it makes my blood boil. This is the last time I’m letting him boss me around, I decide. He can’t just call me over whenever he’s horny. Next timeI’mdeciding when we hook up.
We arrive in his bedroom and he closes the door, then turns around. He’s still wearing that stupid smile, and it’s infuriating.
In a second, I’m right up against him, pushing him against the door, slipping a knee between his legs. “Fuck you,” I hiss into his face.
His smirk disappears. “Please,” he says.
*
My head thuds against a pillow, my eyes closed, my breathing still heavy. Jasper shifts on top of me, and I hear the whisper of tissues being pulled out of the box, and he cleans us up.
He starts to move off me, and I wrap my arms around his back to keep him on me.
He gives me a questioning look.
“Let me guess,” I say. “You were about to say it’s time to study.”
“That’s the reason you’re here,” he says. “Well, half of the reason.”
I groan. “Just give me a moment to recover.”
“And you need me on top of you for that?” He says against my chest.
“The weight of you is nice.”
After a moment, he says, “I like you on top of me too. I must be a masochist because you’re so frickin’ heavy.”
“Oi.”
He runs a finger over my skin. “It’s a good thing.”
When he says things like that, I almost like him. Almost.
“You like this, though?” Jasper asks after a moment. “Us touching like this, all sweaty and stuff?”
“You think it’s gross?”
“Mm. Only a little.”
I huff out a laugh, then roll him off. “Okay, I’m done resting. Let’s watch this dumb movie.”
“It’s not dumb,” he says, getting off the bed and pulling up his briefs. He chucks me my boxers. “You just don’t understand it.”
“I do understand it,” I say, raising my hips to pull on my boxers. “I still think it’s dumb and boring.”
Jasper pulls the movie up on his TV. He grabs stuff from his desk and climbs into bed, leaving a half-metre gap between us. What does he think is going to happen? That I won’t be able to help myself and will start kissing him halfway through the film? Come on.
“Here,” he says, passing me a notebook and pen. He positions his laptop on his lap. “To take notes,” he explains, then starts the film.
