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this. I think I could fall in l

I stop typing and erase the message. Not tonight, not when I’m feeling so high on this feeling. I don’t want anything to ruin it. Besides, Val is probably already asleep. Either that or still dealing with a sugared up eight-year-old.

I stick my phone back into my pocket and push off the door, heading down the hallway to my bedroom. The kiss plays on a continuous loop in my mind as I strip out of my clothes and climb into bed with a smile on my lips.

Chapter 12

Everett

It’s been a week since the kiss. A week of constantly checking my phone for any word from Watson, a week of talking myself out of dropping by Jack’s just to see if he’s there, a week of reliving that damn kiss again and again.

I straighten the couch cushions and wipe off the coffee table, looking for anything to do to distract myself and get my mind off Watson. Which—who am I kidding?—is a hopeless endeavor.

Restless and horny always seem to go together, and ever since I met Wats, I swear the feeling almost never seems to go away. I don’t think I’ve jerked off this much since I was a teenager, rubbing my dick raw. Fantasies of Watson’s mouth against my skin, against my lips, teasing my cock…. they play on repeat in my mind during all of my waking and sleeping hours, leaving me with a constant hard on.

I give up on tidying up, reaching down to palm my hard cock through my jeans and groaning. Even though I’m alone in my house tonight, I still close my bedroom door behind me after I slip inside, my stomach dancing with nerves and anticipation, my achingly hard cock pressed against my zipper. I’ve been trying to work up the courage for a couple of weeks now, and I’m so fucking horny right now, any apprehension I’ve had is almost non-existent.

I unzip my jeans, groaning with relief as my briefs tent forward, giving my erection more room. The red fabric is darkened with a wet stain of precum, my underwear stretched so taut that every ridge and wrinkle of my cock is easy to make out.

I reach down and palm my bulge, squeezing my hands around the hard steel of my arousal, feeling the heat through the relatively thin fabric of my underwear. Kicking my jeans off I make my way over to my dresser, pulling open the top drawer, the one that’s still just out of Livi’s reach, thank fuck.

And there it is, nestled among my underwear, along with a box of unopened condoms— which I purchased as a sort of motivator a few months ago when I was still trying to work up the courage to go into Jack’s, and a bottle of lube, half used thanks to my numerous jerk sessions lately. With one hand still on my cock, I reach into the drawer with the other, grabbing the lube and the small, smooth object beside it.

I’m not sure how many hours I spent browsing sex toy sites, trying to find a toy that looked appealing without being too intimidating. As curious as a large, realistic dildo made me—and by curious, I mean so horny I could hardly think straight—since I’ve never had anything but a single finger up my ass, I thought it would be smart to start a little smaller. I ended up purchasing a small bullet vibe with a slightly curved head for prostate stimulation. My cock jerks in my grasp as I imagine how it’s going to feel.

I toss the items onto the bed and strip out of my underwear, kicking them toward my crumpled jeans a few feet away, then pulling my shirt off and dropping it as well. My long, thick cock juts out in front of me, flushed dark with arousal, and wet at the tip. My mind conjures up the image of Wats spread out naked on the bed in front of me, his own cock in his hand, a wicked smile on his lips as he tells me to hurry up before he gets impatient and finishes without me.

My entire body pulses with longing so intense it nearly takes me to my knees. I can almost feel Watson’s lips against mine again, the solid heat of his body against mine. I lick my lips, desperately trying to recapture a ghost of the kiss we shared a week ago. I wrap my hand around my