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8 pages, Audible Audio
First published June 27, 2020
I’m finding it hard to convince myself that he’s doing this for Seth whenever I hear his warm laugh or when he gives me a look that sets butterflies loose in my stomach.Then once things had the potential to heat up, Zach's main concern was his extremely intact V-Card, which he intended to rectify ASAP, as soon as he gained some online knowledge, which was pretty funny.
He never asks if I’m okay or if I need anything. He’s just … there. Which is possibly the best thing he could do.
I cringe and quickly click across to the next video. Nope, too hairy. Room too dirty. The next guy has glasses like mine which are definitely not sexy, Foster took mine off last night for a reason, and in the next … could he really not take the time to wash his feet first?Then when Foster found out what Zach had been up to, that had me laughing, too.
“Whoa. Please tell me you’re not getting sex tips from porn. It’s hot, but it’s unrealistic compared to the real thing.”Several parts of the book from that point forward were pretty steamy, but not to the extreme.
“Oh, now someone tells me. I swear every time the pizza delivery guy comes over, I think he’s going to have sex with me and then he doesn’t. I wondered if he was broken.”
“Will it make you think of me?”
His eyes soften. “You’re assuming I don’t already.”
Hockey used to be the only thing in my life that mattered. Now it’s a juggling act between the ice and my man, but I’m willing to do it. Because I’ve never met anyone like Zach.
There are more people around campus than I’m used to, though that’s probably because I hid away in the library whenever there were largely anticipated sporting events going on.
“Oh, so you’re being rude on purpose? Isn’t it polite to invite a person in when they come over?”
“Isn’t it polite to give someone a heads up before you show up unannounced?”
“Touché.” I take out my phone and send off a text.
His phone beeps in the room behind him.
“You better get that. It sounds important.”
He’s the one who closes the gap this time. His mouth crashes into mine, maybe a little overeager.
His lithe body pushes closer, pressing against my hockey pads. My hand wraps around his back, and I curse my hockey gear right now.
I want to be closer. I want to feel him against me.
On the ice, the only important things in my life are my team and getting the W. That doesn’t mean when I’m off the ice I can’t glance around at the stands looking for a certain dark-haired, green-eyed nerd whose sex noises are ingrained in my mind.
“Think about it.” I lean in and whisper, “Just know I’ll make it good for you.”
“Do you know how nice it’s been to feel wanted? He doesn’t treat me with kid gloves or try to tone things down for me. And if he hurts me … I want that. I want to know what it’s like to have experienced that high even if it’s followed by a crushing low. Leaving you was the hardest choice I’ve ever made, but it was the right one.”
“Can I kiss you again?”
“Whenever you want.”
"So, you know Zach. My best friend in the whole world. [...] I was hoping you'd keep an eye out for Zach on campus and, like, be his friend?"
Emotion is controllable. But chemistry isn't. And the explosion of it that short-circuits my neve endings when Foster's around is completly out of my control.
I'd glance out of the dorm window and watch people lying on the grass or coming to and from parties and wonder what that would be like. I can honestly say i'd never wanted to experience it for myself. My interest was more anthropological than anything else, but when Foster starts to talk about fun and experiences, I can't help getting caught up in his contagious enthusiasm.