“I noticed,” I say like a fool.
Carey slides over, his shirt still up, his hip bumping the table. "Wanna touch it?"
He says it as a joke, but the pull he has on me is radioactive.
I can't breathe.
I want to say no, but I want it more than anything right now.
I want to reach out and run my thumb over the faint lines of his abs.
I want to feel the metal under my fingertips.
I want to push him down onto the table and see what other secrets he's hiding.
I step back.
I force myself to look away. "You're drunk, Carey."
He dips his chin to his chest as a laugh ripples through him. And a few seconds later, when he looks back at me, it's with a lidded glare that makes my guts twist. "I know I am. But the offer still stands."
My skin feels like it's on fire.
I hear the sound of footsteps above.
My mother's voice calls down; "Tek-ah, Carey! Uno! I'll be down in five minutes!"
Carey whines and rolls his eyes. "If I lose, I'm blaming you," he says, digging his finger into my chest. It lingers, then he drags it down several inches before losing contact. He tugs down his shirt and walks past me, so close I can feel the heat coming off of his skin. But what fully unravels me, is the brush of his hand over my hip as he squeezes by.
"You coming?" he asks before flopping onto the couch.
I nod, but what I mean isnot right now.
I can't.
I'm out.
I don't trust my voice.
I leave the den and lock myself in the bathroom.
I look at my blotchy red complexion in the mirror.
I tear off my shirt because it's too hot in here.
I grip my dick through my sweats.
I'm so painfully hard and I can't fucking stand it.
What the hell am I doing?
I don't fuck guys.
I don't even look at guys. Like, ever.
I've shared girls with Eden, I've seen Reeze and Austin naked, and there was never so much as a twinge unless a woman was there, too. So why the fuck do I wanna pinch that piercing between my teeth?
I splash water on my face and tell myself it was just a drunken joke.
