Before I could move away from him, his arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me into his chest. He tightened his hold on me, not letting me escape or wiggle free as he lowered his face and buried it against my hair.
Oh. My. God.
My entire body was on fire.
It’s just a hug. Relax. He’s drunk. He won’t even remember this in the morning.
But I would.
This was going to be imprinted into my damn DNA as soon as he pulled away from me. We’d never had a touchy-feely kind of relationship outside of the subtle brushes of our hands when passing things back and forth, or Avery’s shoulder resting against mine as we sat on the bus together heading off on a field trip.
I’d soaked all of those moments up, knowing that what little crumbs I’d been fed would have to last me until the next time Avery’s guard was down and he let me in again.
Godhe smelled good.
“Bran...” he mumbled. “You like your boyfriend?”
Boyfriend?
“I don’t have one.”
“That guy... earlier. Was makin’ goo-goo eyes at you.”
He readjusted his hold on me, tucking me flush against his body so that I felt every inch of him. My nose was nuzzled up against his shoulder, taking in that intoxicating scent of his in waves that were starting to make me dizzy. One of his hands came up to rest against the back of my head, cradling me gently.
My tongue was too tied to respond, my brain too fuzzy to even try to form words at what he was saying.
“I don’ like ‘im...” he mumbled into my hair again. “That guy.”
“Why?” was all I could manage to say.
“You were mine first.”
I slammed my eyes shut.
The ‘he’s drunk’ mantra was only taking me down so far from this absolute high I was getting. Hearing him say things like this, the words that I’d fucking fantasized about for longer than I ever cared to admit to anyone, let alone myself, felt like a fever dream.
What the fuck was I supposed to say to that?
Howcould I?
Swallowing with my dry throat, I said, “You don’t mean that.”
“Do too,” he argued.
“You’re drunk, Avery.”
“So?” The annoyance in his tone was obvious.
I moved my hand around him to find the center of his back, where I then patted him a few times. “Okay.”
Maybe complying would get him to let go of me and give me some room to breathe. I was already getting hard against his leg, my cock painfully crushed between him and the other side of my jeans.
If he didn’t feel any of that, it would be a damn miracle.
The urge to rut against his leg, grab him by the back of the neck and haul him into a sloppy kiss, was overwhelming. To the point where I was actually considering it like a fucking lunatic.
See, this was the problem with being so close to Avery like this. He allowed me to throw all reason out the window and act impulsive.
