My free hand grips the back of his neck, and I pull him in for a bruising kiss as we both work each other over. His thumb brushes over my piercing, and I moan into his mouth.
“Shh,” he murmurs against my lips. “Unless you want your housemate listening at the door.”
Fuck. I was so focused on him, I forgot we’re not alone.
“I’m close,” I say, leaning in to bite his neck.
“Me too,” he groans, punching his hips at a maddening pace.
The friction of his velvet length against mine sends me over the edge, and I grunt out my release, warm ropes ofcum covering our hands and stomachs. Two strokes later, his body stiffens, his pleasure mixing with mine. He rests his head on my shoulder as we both breathe heavily, coming down from the rush of adrenaline.
I close my eyes, still unable to believe my masked Romeo is also my goalkeeper and the guy I’ve had a crush on since the moment I joined the Beckford team.
Zac’s muttered curse causes me to snap my eyes open, but he’s grinning as he bends to retrieve my discarded towel from the floor so he can clean us both. “Got any clothes I can borrow?”
His sweatpants and shirt are a sticky mess, and we’ve both got classes soon.
I move to my cupboard and toss him a pair of jeans and a clean shirt, which he changes into while I get dressed.
When I turn around, my heart flips seeing him in my clothes. They look good on him.
He rubs the back of his neck, looking sheepish. “So, that happened.”
“It did,” I reply, perching on the end of my bed. My stomach is a jumble of butterflies and rocks, and I rake my hands through my hair.
This complicates things.
Zac’s face drops. “I can go if you?—”
“No,” I choke out. “You don’t have to. I just… shit.” I bury my head in my hands. “Sorry, I just need a second.”
He hesitates, then the bed dips beside me as he sits down. “I’m confused.”
“You and me both.” A huff of laughter escapes me, but I don’t look at him. I can’t.
“You’re gay?”
I nod.
“Since when?”
I lift my head, shrugging. “Since always.”
His brow furrows. “I don’t understand.”
“It’s complicated.”
“You’re telling me. Does Hannah know?”
“I told her Saturday night.”
“When the two of you were in your room?”
“Yeah. I felt guilty coming to see you, even though she and I were fake.”
He tilts his head. “Why is that? Why hide who you are?”
I jerk to my feet and pace in front of him. “I told you. No one knows about me. It has to stay that way. This is why I went to the club. I can’t be with anyone outside Euphoria. I’m sorry.”
