When I’m sure he’s not paying any attention to us, I reach over and pinch August.
“Ouch,” he hisses, rubbing his arm. “You have strong fingers for such a little guy. What was that for?”
“You’re an ass. The biggest one ever. Bigger than my brother Mitch and we both know that’s hard to come by.”
“Hey, don’t be mean now. Mitch is the devil’s spawn. Don’t compare me to him.”
“Fine,” I huff.
“And don’t hate. Colin noticed you, yeah?”
“Yeah, because you basically advertised that I like big dicks in my butt!” I hiss.
August chuckles at that as the door to the classroom opens again, and more people filter in.
“It’s not a secret, is it? You told everyone last night about your preferences. Shouted it. Even Sem heard. He stopped dry humping that girl for a minute when those words left your mouth. He started panting. Think he came in his pants a little.”
I groan at that image because it’sdisgustingand move into Child’s Pose to hide my twitching dick. This is all Sem’s fault. If he would just leave me alone, none of this crap would be happening to me right now. I peek up at Colin, who is typing on his phone before class officially starts. Our eyes meet in the mirror that runs along the front of the room and the corner of his mouth turns up. I look away quickly and am thankful when the instructor moves her way to the front of the room, distracting everyone.
Because, despite it being true, I’m still mortified he heard all that. That is not how I want him to remember me. No, I am sophisticated Magnus who likes teaching children and deep philosophical discussions.
When class is over, August forces me into a sweaty hug despite my squeals of protest, and then I head back home to shower. As I wash the grime of last night and this morning away under the warm water, my mind flashes to the small looks Colin gave me throughout class. I try not to overthink it, but I wonder if maybe he’s intrigued now. I wonder if he likes what he sees. Or maybe likes what he heard. Perhaps this is the beginning of something new between us.
One can only hope.
Stepping out of the shower, I pull on a pair of small yellow track shorts and pad out to the kitchen to grab a cup of coffee when I see a shape lounging on the couch.
More like a person.
My heart thunders in my chest, and without thinking, I swipe a book sitting on the shelf nearest me and launch it at the intruder. It thumps against the cushion, missing my target by a mile.
Sem looks up at me, utterly unbothered by the fact that he just scared the shit out of me. Or by the fact that he’s in my apartment uninvited.
“Jesus, Sem!” I shout and launch another book at him, but it misses again. I have terrible aim. Need to work on that, apparently. Should probably make more of an effort to play catch with August when he asks.
Sem just looks at the two books on the couch and then at me.
His brows furrow in confusion. “What was that for?”
“Um. Hello. You broke into my house!” I nearly shout, walking over to him and grabbing the photo album he has open on his lap. I snap it shut and set it back on the end table.
“What’s the big deal? I let myself in. You didn’t answer the door.”
“I was in the shower,” I reply, throwing my hands up in exasperation and then slapping them onto my naked hips. My eyes narrow at him, but his eyes don’t meet mine. No, they’re sliding across my mostly bare body, stopping momentarily on my crotch.
I’m pretty sure he can see the outline of my dick in these thin shorts, but whatever. He invaded my space. He can’t be offended by what he walks in on.
“You can’t just break into people’s homes and go through their things. That’s not what normal people do!”
“Who said I was normal? And sure, I can,” he says, leaning back on the couch and stretching his thick thighs out in front of him.
I do not notice how strong his legs look under the fabric of his worn jeans. Nope. I notice no such thing.
“What do you want? I grind out, standing in front of him. Too close, much too close.
He swipes a finger out and fiddles with the end of my shorts.
“These are short. And tight.”