What the fuck was going on with me?
“Is that all you’re eating?” he asked abruptly, his face blank.
“Uhhh, it was gonna be, yeah.”
“You need protein, too. Every day. Double your portion sizes. I want you to put on at least ten pounds before winter.”
“Um, okay. No problem!” I agreed quickly. I would get Turtle to take me to get groceries after today’s session.
“Let’s go,” he ordered before turning on his heel and stripping off his T-shirt on his way out.
“Fuck, um, okay.” I shoveled the rest of my oatmeal into my cheeks and chased after him, trying to swallow down the bland, chunky porridge as I ran.
“Should I grab my board or…”
“No. Today, we’re focusing on cardio and endurance.”
I nodded eagerly. “Okay, great.”
Riddick made his way to the shoreline, and I followed so close that I was nearly kissing his heels.
He stopped short before entering the water and spun to face me.
“You drink last night?” he asked abruptly. I frowned.
“No, I told you that I don’t?—”
“You smoke?”
“No, Riddick.”
“Fuck?”
“No.”
“You do anything else I should know about?” he asked, and my heart skipped a beat.
“What d’you mean?” I stammered, once again remembering the way I had imagined him watching me stroke my cock in the shower. His piercing, blue eyes pinning me with that devastating look of disappointment.
He didn’t answer; he just stared at me with that stone-cold, blank expression he always wore.
“What do you mean?” I asked again, my voice quieter now. My heart was pounding so hard I was worried he could see my pulse jumping inmy throat.
“I mean exactly what you think I mean, Finn,” he replied, his voice low and quiet. I felt a rush of heat roll through me.
So he’d meant what I thought he meant yesterday? He didn’t want me to beat off?
Was that weird?
Should I think that’s weird?
Why did it feel hot instead of weird?
Was I… into that?
Was I intohim?Like… the same way I was into girls like Quinn?
My mind couldn’t even comprehend that thought.
