“Ah.” I plead with my brain to fucking work, and beg my mouth to make words. “Looking for you.”
“Huh.” He grins, and fuck, my heart. “That's a first. Are you looking for me because I’ve done something wrong and you want to yell at me? Because if so, can it wait until after I’m not sweaty and gross?”
He might think that being covered in sweat is gross, but my cock, on the other hand, does not.
Clearing my throat, I shake my head. “Not here to yell at you. Just want to talk.”
“Guess I am buying a lotto ticket today.” He chuckles as he steps forward.
“Huh?” My face scrunches in confusion.
“The great Easton Wright, who’s been avoiding me for weeks, if not years, has actually sought me out to talk. It’s a miracle,” he jokes as he passes me.
“Fuck off,” I growl. “I’m not the only one who’s doing the avoiding. I haven’t seen you the past week.”
I follow him to the locker room.
“I’m not avoiding you,” he says, pushing the door open and stepping inside. I grab the door and follow after him.
“No? So, is there a reason you haven’t been sleeping in your bed? I haven’t seen you around school, either.”
“Been looking for me?” He casts me a grin over his shoulder as he starts to peel out of his equipment.
“No,” I mutter, glaring at the back of his head as this asshole laughs at me in amusement.
Remind me again why I'm here?
“Like I said, not avoiding.”
“Then what?”
He pauses for a moment. “I’m giving you space.”
“Space?” I grunt. “What for?”
He exhales with a heavy sigh as he continues to strip down. “To process whatever you're going through.”
“I’m not going through anything,” I snap back defensively.
He turns to face me, and my eyes can’t help but drift. He’s only in his boxers now, with his chest on display.
He’s free of tattoos, and muscled, toned, and fit, with a sprinkle of chest hair. He’s masculine and hard, in all the best ways.
“I’ve been out since I was fourteen. I’ve had boyfriends, I’ve had sex with them.”
My eyes snap up to his, fist clenching at my side. Am I jealous?
Yes. I don’t want to hear about him with other guys.
“You, on the other hand, have not. And that's okay. I understand why, but I’m going to guess this is new for you? Being with a man, I mean?”
I resent the way my cheeks heat in embarrassment, but I nod my head stiffly.
“Not going to lie, knowing I own all your firsts with a man gives me a bit of an ego boost.” He flashes me a cocky smile, and I don’t know if I want to slap or kiss it off him.
“Get over yourself,” I mutter.
He just chuckles, turning back around. “My point is, we’ve gone from supposedly hating each other for years, to being roommates, to... whatever this is that we’re doing.”
