I notice the heat flooding my cheeks at being so transparent, but I roll my eyes and play it off.
“Can you just answer the question?”
For about half a second, he looks like he wants to fight me on it—probably just to tease and get under my skin. But thankfully, in the end, he concedes and tells me what I want to know.
“Holden bet me that I couldn’t go through the first week of classes without trolling the apps and wind up sleeping with someone,” he admits, tongue in cheek. “And the terms were, if I couldn’t, then I had to dance naked on a video call for each person I did bring home.”
It’s my turn to get bug-eyed after doing the quick math in my head. It may have been a while ago, but Idistinctlyremember more than one person coming through his door that week.
“Wait, so you did itmore than once?”
He nods, grimacing, while holding up three fingers. Which, of course, only has my eyes getting bigger with shock. But, the thing is, I don’t remember seeing more than one person on that video call, and I definitely don’t recall another time he held a performance of his one-man show of nude dancing.
As if peering into my head, Cam murmurs, “I made sure you weren’t home the other two times, seeing how bad the first time went. It was actually the second girl who released the video. Turns out the guy I brought home that week was her brother.” A pained, slightly embarrassed smile pulls at his lips when he adds, “Apparently he was telling her about the whole bet and mysuperiordancing abilities, only for her to have a similar story. They compared notes, she got pissed, confronted me about it, and…well, here we are.”
Well, I’ll be damned.
I’d always wondered how I didn’t wind up in the video, but I guess I assumed I was just cut out of it. Though, if it was an act of revenge like he’s saying, I’m sure it would’ve gotten a lot more views with me barging in, considering it’d look like the start of some bad porno I can just see the title of:Bi Twink Walks in on Jock Roommate’s Twerk and Jerk.
I shove the thought away with a grimace, and shake my head.
“I’m sorry, Cam. It was shitty of her to post it, no matter how mad she was.”
He shrugs. “I mean, it is what it is at this point. And we wouldn’t be here if it hadn’t happened, you know? No video, no fake boyfriend.”
“Yeah, true,” I reply, though my mind catches on the wordfake.
We haven’t exactly talked about what happened in New York, or all the following nights since returning home. Not the smartest move in the world, but for the time being, I’m okay living in the bubble. Even if it’s just for a little while longer.
Besides, we know where we stand. I think.
I like him, he likes me, even if we haven’t said it in so many words. We’re attracted to each other, that’s damn obvious. And this is by far the best sex I’ve ever had, despite having only stuck to foreplay—though,thatpart…maybe we should talk about.
With the way he was talking after his away game against Fall River, I’d have thought he’d come home and we’d go to town before he could drop his duffle on the floor. Especially with that whole “post-win-celebratory-fuck” thing that athletes do. But, boy, was I wrong.
Instead, he got home the following morning, crawled into bed with me, and fell asleep before I could so much as ask him how the trip home was. That was a week ago now, and there’s been absolutely no mention of sex since. It got to the pointwhere, earlier this morning, I had to go check my recent calls because I was starting to think the FaceTime was a figment of my imagination. Or maybe a really dirty sex dream.
I honestly don’t know if I was more or less disappointed when I realized it wasn’t.
My teeth sink into my tongue, and I glance at him to find he’s gone back to his reading. Before I can chicken out, I ask the question that’sreallybeen racking my brain all week.
“Am I doing something wrong?”
It comes out so soft, it’s a wonder he even hears it. He does, though, and those sapphire eyes find me again, possibly even more confused than they were with my previous, seemingly random question.
“What do you mean?”
“You haven’t asked to have sex.”
It comes out more blunt than I intended, thanks to my nerves, and it has Cam taking notice immediately. He closes his laptop and sits up beside me, arching a brow.
“Uh, Lo, if we haven’t been having sex, then what would you call last night?”
My cheeks heat, as does my stomach, vividly remembering the sixty-nining session we had after a playful argument about who got to suck the other’s dick first. It was by far the hottest encounter we’ve had to date, especially with those damn whimpers when I pushed a couple fingers inside him, but I want more.
“I meananalsex.”
He’s quiet for a moment, his gaze pensively tracing over my face before asking, “Do you want me to ask you for that?”
