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“I saved him from going into premed. He fucking hated the idea.”
“Taylor wanted to be a doctor?” I tilted my head. I couldn’t imagine him doing anything that wasn’t making delicious, highbrow food.
“Was expected to,” Row corrected. “He walked into my restaurant to get drunk and forget about his finals. Flashed me a fake ID even though he was clearly underage. I was working the bar that evening to teach a new temp the job. I whipped him up somethin’ to eat and he commented that the chicken could use some ras el hanout. I hired him as an intern on the spot.”
“God. You’re nice, aren’t you? That’s your worst-kept secret.” I grinned.
“Best kept.” He reached to press his finger to my lips. “Don’t tell anyone. Everyone thinks I’m an ass.”
“I don’t think you’re an ass,” I pointed out.
“That’s because I tap yours,” he responded wryly. He scanned my face for a beat, then let out a sigh. “Listen, we need to talk.”
My hackles rose in an instant. “We do?”
“About me selling Descartes.”
I knew he was going to remind me that he was leaving, that this was all temporary, that we had tough decisions to make. My heart couldn’t take it. So I leaned over and pressed my lips to his. He groaned, his body hardening into stone.
“Nice distraction, but I need more water.” His lips floated over mine. I immediately pulled away, curling my fingers around the handle of his jug of water before realizing it was empty.
“I think you’re out. I’ll go get some, unless you want my Gatorade?”
“Fucking hate Gatorade.”
“Okay, Sour Ass Kid.” I rose to my feet before he stopped me.
“Big fan of your germs, though. Give it here.” He brushed his knuckles over my cheek. I grabbed the half-finished bottle and lowered the straw to touch his mouth. He clasped his lips around it and sucked before releasing the straw. A blue drop lingered on his lower lip. I dipped my head and swept it away with my tongue. It tasted better off his lips.
I was about to straighten up, but he caught my wrist, tugging me closer. His tongue traced the outline of my mouth, the tip of it sliding down my chin and neck, until it disappeared in my cleavage, where he sucked one of my tits into his mouth through my bra. Tantalizing pleasure cascaded through me.
“Lock the door, Dot.”
“You’re inju—”
“It’s just a little scratch. Need you now.”
“It’s a stab wound.”
“Let me assure you, sweetheart, my blue balls hurt more.”
I stood up on wobbly legs, like a baby zebra taking its first step, and stumbled to the door, rolling the lock with a soft click.
“Come ride my dick, Dot.”
I drew the line at bursting his stitches open. “We’re not having full-blown sex.”
“Why?”
“Because as much as you annoy me, I don’t want to kill you.”
“Fine. Let me eat you out.” We stared each other down, but my inhibitions were falling apart quicker than a Shein outfit. He raised his eyebrows innocently. “I’m in the hospital, Cal. I’m not gonna have anything tasty or substantial for days.”
There was something seriously wrong with our generation—and yes, I blamed everyone my age collectively—considering what I did next. I climbed atop his hospital bed with my back to Row, peeled down his blanket, and raised his hospital robe. His dick sprung up straight as an arrow, a pearl of precum crowning the tip.
Making sure I hovered far away from his stomach, I grabbed the root of his cock, lowering my head and licking along the shaft, a happy noise escaping from the back of my throat. He tasted earthy and sweet, just right.
“Heaven is not a place, it is a person, and it is you.” He arched his back, chasing my small mouth. “Fuck, Dot, how am I going to let you go?”
