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)
My cock throbs at the sight of the picture and I lock the phone immediately.
I cut a glance out the window again and I see him out there giving me a little salute.
After he slides his phone into his pocket, I watch him slide his palm between his legs and grip his cock, keeping the motion brief and subtle enough that nobody else on the quad would notice before he takes it away again.
He lies back on the grass afterward, pulling out a paperback to read while he waits there for me.
God, what the hell is with me today?
Or this whole week?
I’m getting so hard it’s starting to ache.
My dick should have shown interest with Bree, but it was nonresponsive.
Then I get a picture from Torin and it’s like a Pavlovian response, when I’ve never in my goddamn life gotten hard from a photo of a naked guy before.
I haven’t looked at many photos of men, either. It sure as hell wasn’t something I’ve ever sought out.
But it’s like my cock is a glutton for punishment, and the fact that Torin loves watching me has somehow developed into a thousand crossed wires in my mind.
I hate that Torin can still see me right now, too.
Anytime he feels like it, he can just look in the window, yet I have to at least attempt to pay attention in class.
I clench my jaw, pulling in a slow breath of air and trying to think about anything that’ll make me less erect.
I’m trying to stave off other kinds of thoughts, too.
Because I’m such a fucking softie inside, and I’m too stupid to control those thoughts.
Like he’s going to stay with me, all day.
He cares.
He actually fucking cares about the fact that I might be in danger.
And as soon as I give any space to that foolish part of my heart, a thousand alarm bells go off inside me.
Nope.
Trusting anyone, or thinking anyone cares about me, always just leads to disappointment. My friends have my back, but Torin Jensen is the worst person in the world for me to accidentally start relying on.
He doesn’t want you, I remind myself.
You could develop affection for a fucking inanimate rock, and even that would be more affection than Torin deserves.
Cut.
It.
Off.
I let the protective side of me rear its head, and I know I need to take action.
Fine.
If he’s going to screw with me, I’m going to do whatever it takes to think about anything in the world other than him.
I need to get him the fuck out of my head.
“Bree,” I tell her right before class is going to begin. “You should come over Friday night. We’re doing poker.”
A smile tugs at her lips. “The fun kind?”
“The fun kind.”
Onyx House sometimes hosts strip poker nights for the three secret societies, and Bree was always a big fan. Strip poker nights used to be our unwritten code for we’re hooking up tonight.
I don’t particularly want to hook up with her, but if I can be with her, I won’t have to think about Torin. And Bree sure as hell won’t mind. She’s made it expressly clear that she only wants to end up with a doctor, but that she’s very appreciative of my cock, so anything with me is always strictly casual.
Casual.
The word I fucking hate more than anything.
No-strings hookups are a goddamn waste of my time, but the appeal of getting under Torin’s skin is worth it.
I need to show him that he isn’t affecting me.
At all.
Let him stalk me around all he wants.
For the rest of the week, though, I don’t feel like Torin’s stalking me at all.
It’s the exact fucking opposite.
On that day, he kept to his word, joining me at the gym, the library, and then sitting at a nearby booth in Colossus, too.
It was… frustrating. Ridiculous. But it also made me feel safe.
He was more like a shadow than anything else, and he barely spoke to me, even though he was technically accompanying me for hours.
But then the rest of the night, and the morning after, I get absolutely no clues that Torin even exists anymore.
It was seven days before he finally texted me after the one-time hookup…
And now it’s radio silence again.
No texts.
I don’t see him in Onyx House, either.
He may as well be a ghost, and the day after the stalk-fest that turned into a babysitting gig, I keep wondering more and more with every passing hour where the fuck he disappeared to.
Roman didn’t find shit when he searched for the black Benz, but he tells me he’s meeting his cousin Maks soon to figure some shit out. It’s vague in a way that doesn’t exactly soothe me, but it’s all I get from him.
All of Tuesday sucks, too.
I keep glancing up, expecting to suddenly see Torin staring at me from across the reading room.