Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 80643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
“Noah, I had no idea,” she says, reaching out to squeeze my forearm. “That’s amazing. God. My ass was over here talking about tequila when you’ve actually made a huge change in your life.”
“You’re fine. Seriously.”
She pauses for a moment, watching me like she’s a proud mother or something before sliding out of her chair and coming over to wrap her arms around me in a hug.
I’m surprised by the sudden show of affection.
Her light floral scent surrounds me, and her breasts are pushed up against me in a way that would usually get me hard in two seconds flat.
For once, though, I just feel calm, almost familial affection for her. I’m glad she’s proud but I’m not trying to leverage it into hoping she’ll finally want to date me. Last year, I’d probably be halfway into thinking about future engagement rings by now if Bree Harris was giving me this many positive signals.
She presses a kiss to the side of my head before leaning back and sitting down in her chair.
My phone buzzes in my pocket a few moments later, and my chest hardens again immediately, bracing for the worst.
But I swipe up to see the message on my screen and I go molten.
Torin texted me for the first time all week.
Stepbrother Psychotic: She’s gorgeous, but she doesn’t kiss you like I do.
My heart lurches in my chest and I lift my head. I swivel as I look around the room, searching the faces for him.
Torin’s not in this class, though.
I can’t see him anywhere, actually, and when I look out the tall, paned windows toward the quad, all I see is endless shrubs, green grass, and students milling around under the trees.
Holy shit.
He’s watching me somehow.
And if he’s been watching the whole time I was walking to class, that means I was safer than I realized when the black car was following me.
He finally shows himself, outside, walking around the edge of one of the stone statues at the side of the quad.
He gives me a little nod, looking right at me through the window.
He’s in a heather gray T-shirt and black running shorts, and as he leans up against the side of the statue, the muscles of his thighs are on full display. His hair is tucked behind his ears, and something about him almost looks regal as he casually stands there, looking at me.
There’s no guarantee that Torin could protect me if some insane mafia guy got out and point-blank shot at me, but the fact that he was there still gives me a shred of comfort.
If there were an attempted kidnapping, he could have intervened.
And that does something strange in my chest.
So dumb.
Part of my problem with crushing on every girl I meet is that I’m always too quick to give people the benefit of the doubt—if a girl was mean to me, I’d just think she was having a bad day, or if she forgot about my birthday, I’d just claim I didn’t mind, then make an even better gift for her own birthday.
I thought that part of my life was over.
But now it’s creeping in with Torin, a person I never thought I could give the benefit of the doubt.
And that’s a line of thinking that I don’t even want to entertain.
I pull in a slow breath before I text him back.
Stalker freak.
You’re the one who started it. When am I going to catch you sniffing around in my room again?
Try never.
I saw the black car. I was watching it the whole time.
It was fucked up. I called Roman, he said he’s taking care of it.
K. I’m not letting you go home alone, so find me out here when you’re done with class.
I’m not going home after this. I have a gym date with Niko.
A date? You going to experiment some more with cock, being a third for Oliver and Niko?
Very funny.
…
Oh, you aren’t kidding. No. I love Niko and Ollie, but they’re very happy without a third.
Right. Well, then I guess I’m going to the gym with you.
I’m going to study in the library after that. And probably hit up Colossus with the guys after that.
Then I guess we’ve got a big day ahead of us.
Planning to fucking sleep in my bed and hold my hand while I piss, too? I’m fine, Torin.
I don’t do sleepovers, bro. But yes, I’m going to stick around today. Anyway, here’s a pic from this morning. You should take a bathroom break during class and rub one out to it. Kisses.
A picture flashes onto the screen a moment later.
It’s a photo of Torin’s naked body, looking downward as he’s lying on his bed. The photo cuts off right before his cock would be shown, but it’s an eyeful of his chest, abs, and the planes of muscle that lead straight to his dick. He has one finger beneath his nipple piercing in the shot, and I know it has to be on purpose.