"You mean you’ll DM me," I corrected. "Since you have my Instagram, not my phone number."
The movement in his pants stopped as his chest heaved up and down and stared at me with furrowed brows. “Is that your way of saying you want my number?”
"No.” Duh, but I wasn’t going to admit that. “I was just pointing it out."
"I'll give it to you if you want it," Javi rasped. "Tell me that you want my number."
I wiped my forward, feeling a little flustered. "Why are you making this difficult?"
I watched as hand continued an up-down movement in his pants, he was stroking himself as he spoke. "Tell me that you want it."
My lips pressed together as I inhaled through my nostrils and then exhaled. I fidgeted before him, unsure of what to do next. Could he seriously be getting off to me asking for his phone number?
No, he was getting off to seeing me squirm.
I could feel the heat spreading across my cheeks. I used to hate when he would tease and mess with me. I thought he did it because he found it funny and he liked seeing me irritated. I now knew that wasn’t the case, what he liked was to see me stutter like a timid fool. A side of me that only he could bring out.
My chin dipped downward and my voice was small. "I want your number."
"Huh?" he asked, his voice smug. His hand continued the movement motion in his pants, careful and calculated. Javier wasn’t going to stop until I gave him what he wanted, no matter how much it pained me.
I licked my bottom lip. “Yes, Javier. I want your phone number.”
“Yeah?” he growled. “What else do you want?”
To feel your touch again.
But I couldn’t say that. Instead, I stood with my arms dangling by my sides as I watched Javi let go. His eyes squeezed shut as he let out a rough groan and the sight sent a rush of heat through me.
Holy shit.
Twenty-four
Eli
Today was the twins’ birthday and they had the pleasure of being grounded during it. They didn't seem too upset about it, though. Since they had each other, they didn't need to do anything special. Being together made it special enough. Plus, they got plenty of birthday wishes at school earlier in the day.
I remembered that the day Benji dragged me, Javier, and Justin to the mall was unsuccessful. Benji left with presents for Easton, but not a thing for Emerson. I had no idea whether or not he ended up finding her a gift. I had been avoiding him since that uncomfortable moment between us in the store.
It seemed that he hadn’t. The twins and I were in our bedroom and they were showing each other each gift they received at school. There were quite a few gifts, but that was normal. They had friends at school that were very loyal to them.
“This one is from Poppy,” Emerson said as she showcased the bracelet. “She got me a gift this year because I made her feel bad about not getting me one last year.”
Easton hummed. “Way to guilt trip your way into an extra present.”
“I didn’t mean to. I thought she would realize I didn’t actually care, we aren’t even close friends.”
Out of pure curiosity, I asked, "Did Benji get you anything?"
The twins’ smiles faded as they turned their heads toward me. Emerson snorted. “Funny, I don’t seem to remember speaking to you.”
I bit down on my tongue. “I was just wondering.”
“Does it matter? It’s not like you ever get us anything.”
You never get me a gift for my birthday, either.
“Never mind,” I grumbled, turning my attention back to my phone.
