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He opened his mouth to reply, and I grabbed the back of his neck, keeping his dick inside my ass even as his cum was trying to escape around him.

“Don’t fucking talk. Don’t fucking think. Just let me enjoy this moment before your idiot mouth ruins it. Please.”

He sighed and melted into me. And for a little while, Darius held me and let me hold him too.

CHAPTER 29

Alvin had been asking me where I’d been slinking off to in the early mornings and late nights. Before and after all my camp duties were attended to. I wasn’t gonna let another kid get hurt on my watch but I wasn’t lying when I said I’d been busy. I did have something I was working on. Something personal.

He didn’t think I was avoiding him anymore. That didn’t mean he was any less nosey. Or relentless when it came to figuring out what I was doing.

Alvin didn’t pry in a normal way, obviously. Alvin had never done anything in a normal way if there was a more irritating option at his disposal.

He’d ask while I was taking attendance. “Where were you this morning, DeeDee?”

He’d ask while I was handing out canoe paddles. “Run out of toilet paper or were you just taking the entire morning to prove that even your bowels can hold a grudge?”

He’d ask while I was trying to sleep. That one had involved him leaning over the side of the bunk above mine and whispering, “You know, if you told me where you were sneaking off to, I might stop assuming you were meeting a secret boyfriend.”

I’d thrown a pillow at his face. He’d kept it and I’d spent the rest of the night with a pile of sheets rolled up under my head.

By the time we made it through breakfast on Friday, I was one question away from committing murder.

“Where are you going?” Alvin called after me as I crossed the chow hall.

I kept walking.

“Dee.”

I walked faster.

“Darius.”

I stopped so abruptly that the clipboard tucked beneath my arm clattered to the floor. I bent over to pick it up, giving Alvin time to push away from the bench. His bruised face was more of a yellow-green color and his glare was glued to my ass while one side of his split mouth pulled into a smirk.

“Where are you going?” he hummed as he rocked back on the heels of his sneakers.

“To the rec room.”

“Why?” he pressed.

“Because,” I told him.

“By yourself?”

“No, I brought the entire camp. They’re hiding in my pockets.”

He narrowed his eyes at me. “You’re up to something. You always act like an enormous, badly-dressed cryptid when you’re up to something.”

I dragged an exasperated hand over my face.

“What? I’m just curious. You’ve disappeared every day this week. You missed dinner twice. You missed movie night, which was apparently some terrible shark-tornado movie and therefore a crime against cinema. You’ve been sneaking out before sunrise and coming back looking like you lost a fight with a pair of bushes. You won’t tell me what you’re doing, and now here you are, walking off again.”

His tone was joking. His quirked brow was not. He wanted to know where I was. He wanted to know why I hadn’t told him. And he wanted to know if I was disappearing from him again.

I should have answered him calmly. I should have taken him somewhere private and explained myself like a functioning adult.

Instead, I snapped. “Fine!” I turned around and pointed at him. “You really want to know? I’ll show you.”