But I can’t let him say things aboutlove.
Don’t.
Fucking.
Say that word.
Not to an empty shell with nothing to offer.
“I have nothing to give you,” I whisper down at his pretty green eyes, pushing in deep and slow, waiting for the disappointment to sink in.
But he looks at me like he knows better.
And I feel his breath as he whispers.
“Liar.”
I wake up with a jump.
I’m hot all over again, and this time more pissed off than before. I shove away my covers and struggle to walk out through the dark hall across to the bathroom.
I shut the bathroom door too hard and don’t even bother turning on the lights as I slump down onto the cold tile, illuminated by the silvery light from the moon that filters through the small window.
I pull out my aching cock and closemy fist around it. I make myself come, fast and hard, shame seeping through every bone in my body as I finish in my own hand.
Just a dream.
None of it real.
He would never talk to you about love. Like it exists to fucking begin with.
He doesn't even know the real you.
Doesn’t know what happened just a few months ago.
Ollie doesn’t need to hear about the darkest moment of my life.
When I nearly died, and at the time, I didn’t think I had much to live for, anyway.
“Sevan,”I say as he finally picks up his phone.
“God, it’s good to speak to another human. What’s up, Niko?”
Losing sanity.
Wound up like a rusty spring.
Craving a bullet through my skull just to help me clear my head.
The usual.
I pace back and forth in my room. “Need to do something. You down to come do boring work with me, setting up for a party?”
“I’m not exactly the best bet for physical labor. You realize I won’t be able to use my legs for at least another month?”
“I’m sure they need pairs of hands just as much as pairs of legs. They’re setting up for the winter formal down at Student Hall, and I need to go make an appearance with Oliver.”
It’ssort ofthe truth.
