I really love his skin. The warm, smooth, darker tones of his skin had me spending months obsessing over the idea of licking him. He’s just one of those pretty tones that you know is natural. Not just because it’s impeccably even, but you can see the indigenous in him. He’s just… regal. And pretty.
Dasan looks up and grins when he sees me staring at him. “I’d say you can take a picture, but I don’t want to be jerking fodder,” he teases.
I roll my eyes. “You already are, Dassy.” There’s a chance that I bat my lashes at him.
His smile widens and he sets his phone down. “Why’re you here so late?” he asks.
“I could ask you the same thing.” Do I glance at Coach as he leaves the room pointedly? Maybe.
Dasan chuckles. “He was on his way to check on you when I walked into the hall.”
“Why?”
“Because you’ve been here for hours.” His expression is less amused now. “Are you really okay?”
I sigh and shrug. “Yeah, I’m fine. I meant it—home is boring.”Now that I don’t have porn to entertain myself with.
Obviously, I don’t add that.
He nods. “I have a new video game. We can play after. Your place?”
“What’s wrong with yours?”
“I broke my controller,” he admits, laughing. “Now there isn’t enough for more than just me.”
“I told you—they make vibrators specifically for that. You don’t need to try to manipulate the controller to reach that spot, Dasan.”
Dasan barks laughter. “Fel, the fact that’s where your mind goes makes me wonder how many controllers you’ve gone through.”
“None.” I sniff. “I have the right toys for the job.”
He laughs again, shaking his head.
Now that I have someone to keep me company, I’m ready to leave when Willits gets there and goes through the bare minimum routine before he’s ready to go. He looks like he didn’t sleep at all last night.
“What happened to you?” Dasan asks, nudging Willits with his shoulder.
Willits grunts. “Neighbors were up all night fighting. Literally—All. Night. I swear, I heard gunshots at one point.”
“Where do you live again?” I ask.
He snorts but doesn’t answer.
There’s a chilly breeze that grabs me when we walk outside. I smile into it, knowing that my wind chimes will be singing brightly when we get back to my house.
I’m glad to have my friends over. While Dasan sets up, I grab something to eat and make a few protein shakes—one with some extra caffeine for Willits so he doesn’t fall asleep—and join them. For a while, it’s as if the last few months didn’t happen. It feels normal. Happy. I’m glad to lose myself in the hours of mindless video gaming until they leave somewhere around midnight.
I wakeup out of a dead sleep, sweating and panting. It’s as if someone is standing over my bed with a knife. For a minute, I’mparalyzed by fear with my heart racing as I stare into the dark room. When I finally find the courage to move, I roll to the side and flick on the light before looking around my bedroom.
The shadows shrink, but they’re still there. Reaching in. Oh, god!
With a shaking hand, I reach for the phone and dial before I can think better of it. My eyes dart around, looking for the source of what woke me up, ready to jump out of my skin. My flight or fight reflex is very strong right now, and it’s screaming at me to run.
“Felton?”
“Something woke me up,” I say and realize how absolutely absurd it sounds. “I-I’m freaking out. I don’t know what to do. Tell me what to do. What do I do right now, Ren?”
“Take a breath.”
