“I would love to be your boyfriend,” he tells me.
And I can see a glimmer of something behind his eyes.
It’s the first time anyone’s asked him that, for real.
And I fucking won the lottery getting to be that person for him.
He leans in and crushes his lips to mine, hard and possessive. And unlike at the winter formal, the only thing that makes me feel intoxicated is him.
“I’ll stop posting videos on the Camboy site,” I tell him, gripping him close. “You belong to me, and I belong to you.”
“I mean, if you want to stop posting, you can. But I can guarantee you that it’ll only continue to turn me the fuck on if you do keep going with it. You can express yourself however you want, boyfriend.”
“How do you exist?” I ask him. “You’re too perfect. What’s the catch?”
“The catch is that I’m massively demanding in bed, sometimes still nervous socially, and… I’m needy.”
I kiss him again.
And then a second time.
“Be needy. Be even needier. I want to give you everything you fucking need.”
“Alright, alright, break it up, lovebirds,” Hunter says as he comes up beside us, grinning as he claps me on the back.
“Give me a fuckin’ break,” Oliver tells Hunter. “I watched you and Rayne suck face earlier in the semester, so I’m allowed to do it at a party.”
Rayne’s not far behind Hunter, and he comes up, dancing a little with a bubbly red drink in his hand.
“Hey, freshman,” Rayne tells Ollie. “Seems like you’re having a good night.”
“Kind of the best night of my life.”
“Holy shit. Wait,” I say, nodding over toward the far wall. “Did Sev actually come out tonight?”
I see one of the other Double Daggers guys helping Sev out onto the edge of the room, positioning his wheelchair.
“Let’s go say hi,” Oliver offers.
We head over and Sevan looks up at me and immediately rolls his eyes.
“Save it, Niko,” he tells me.
“Look at you,” I say anyway. “Incredible suit. You look good in baby blue.”
He looks like a badass with the tattoos that peek out of the bottom of the sleeves, and one that just inches out from the top of the few undone buttons of his shirt.
“I didn’t think I was going to bother coming, because I can’t dance for another month, at least. But I needed to get the hell out of my room.”
Weston appears at our side, balancing three different red drinks in his hands.
“Here. Take one,” Wes tells Sevan.
Sevan glares up at him. “Did you poison it, Wes?”
“No. I’m not a fucking asshole, even if you are,” Weston tells him.
Sevan takes the drink and nods. “Right. Forgot you’re the good cop. You’d never hurt me, even if youwishI’d get hurt.”
