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So I’ll find out.

Bathroom Boy is flitting away, but I stalk after him, finding him in the hall. He looks over his shoulder and jumps when he sees me.

“Where you going?” I ask, and the man glances over his shoulder. His light blue eyes widen for a fraction of a second, like I’ve caught him doing something wrong.

“Just, uh…looking for the head master.”

Head master? No one calls him that. My interest piques, and I re-evaluate the man. “Yeah?”

Bathroom Boy’s shoulder twitches. His jawline is incredible, cutting like a knife up to his earlobe. A biteable earlobe. Fuck, he’d look hot with a piercing there. I feel fucking good. I want to lick from the bottom of his neck all the way up to his ear. Then I want to bite it, nibble until he whimpers and tries to pull away from me.

“Yeah,” he says, breaking me out of my thoughts. He’s watching me with wide eyes, not unlike an animal scanning for threats. A mouse. Just waiting to see what I’ll do. Waiting for me to take control.

My groin tingles, and I realize that I’m hard. I’m hard, and he hasn’t even touched me. I flex my dick, and it bobs. Yep, definitely hard. I need to know how he smells. How he tastes. What his name is. Maybe figure out how soft the inside of his asshole is.

“What do you need?” I stalk up to him. “Maybe I can help.”

The man glances down the hall, then back up at me. His gaze hardens. “It’s fine, I don’t want to bother you.”

He’s looking at me with open suspicion now, but it doesn’t stop his pupils from widening.

“No bother.” I’m getting closer to him, and he presses his back to the wall to avoid me like a pretty little prize that wants to be caught. His chest rises and falls, and I suck in a breath, trying to smell him.

“What are you—I just need to find⁠—”

Then, we’re touching. My chest is on his, and fuck does he feel good, all lean muscle and trembling breaths. And he smells like sandalwood and…something flowery. Lavender maybe? I need more. Pressing my nose into his neck, I pull in a breath. I can almost see the purple hues coming off him, which somehow fits him so well.

“What the—get off me!”

Oh no, the little mouse is squeaking at me. No, little mouse doesn’t sound right. I need to know his name. Pulling back, I lock gazes with the man. “I’m Kyan. And you are…?”

He opens his mouth like he’s going to say something, then retorts, “Fourteen.”

Does he have purple highlights in his hair?

I blink, then slowly realize he’s telling me his player number. As if I don’t have the connections to find out exactly who he is, down to his social, hospital records, and anything else I might want.

Mouse Boy shoves me, trying to get me off of him, but he’s not pushing with all of his strength. In fact, I can feel him pulling in tiny breaths as his heart flutters against my chest. He could push harder. It’s like he’s asking me to make the next move. To decide whether we’re staying here or breaking apart. That fills me with a rush of power, and whatever anxiety I was feeling earlier is gone, and all there is now is him. And I don’t even know what to call him.

“What’s your name?” I grind out again, running my hands down his arms. His toned arms.

A shiver racks his entire body. “Oakley! Now…I need to go.”

Oakley. I run my tongue along my teeth. Yes, that sits good in the mouth. Bathroom Boy is Mouse Boy, and Mouse Boy is Oakley.

It’s my lucky day.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

The man—Kyan—is rubbing his hands down my arms, his pupils huge. Immediately, I slide along the wall, trying to escape Kyan’s grip. Is he…flirting with me? The smell of weed wafts off him and shoots me right back to high school. Weed has been my escape of choice, I only cut back recently ‘cause Poppy thought weed was ‘distasteful.’

“You’d look pretty with purple hair.”

Why does this guy look vaguely familiar?

A mixture of warning bells and adrenaline crashes over me. What the hell is he doing?

Kyan steps into me again, pinning me with his entire body. His huge, muscled body. The air whooshes out of my lungs, and I tense, freezing. Did I piss him off? His intense attention makes goosebumps prickle down my arms.