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Maybe I could make him even more so. Show him what he’s missing.

Me. That’s what he’s missing.

I move toward my meeting spot with a purpose I haven’t felt before. I know what I have to do. I know what I have to ask of my friend.

As soon as I see Garrett, his mouth splits into a wide smile, and I slide into the seat next to his, dropping my bag on the floor.

“Hey, how are you?” I ask and bump his meaty fist.

“Good. You’re late.”

I roll my eyes. “Had a bit of stalking to do.”

He bobs his head, his brown hair flopping into his eyes. He leans back and folds his large arms across his barrel chest. “Right on. Who are you stalking?”

“Someone kind of forbidden,” I say, and Garrett sits up a little straighter.

“Oh yeah? Who? I love forbidden shit. Especially if it’s illegal.”

“Ha. None of your business.”

He waggles his eyebrows at me. “I’d love for it to be my business.”

I glance around and then lean forward. “I mean, you could help me.”

Garrett bites his lip in excitement, his dark brown eyes twinkling. His hands rub together and he wiggles in his seat.

“Are we making someone jealous? Who?”

“Yeah. We’re gonna make my stalker jealous. If you’re okay with that.”

“I’m so down. So, are we stalking your stalker too? Love this shit. And I am pretty hot. I can make all the gays green with jealousy. Bi’s too. I mean, I am one, so there’s that.”

“Jesus,” I say with a laugh. “No, I’m not stalking my stalker, but yeah, please help me out. Work some of that Garrett magic on him.”

“I so can. And I won’t get to know who this special dude is, right?”

“Nope. It’s my secret.”

He leans in and nuzzles my neck. “I gotchu. I’ll make him wild with rage, even if I have no clue who it is. I’ll be on my best flirty behavior. I’ll even start now.”

He pecks a kiss to my cheek before sitting back and cracking his knuckles. “Alright. Now help me with my shit. You owe me.”

If this plan works, I sure as fuck do.

Chapter Eight

Silas

Not jacking off to thoughts of Everly has been painfully hard, but I’ve managed to keep my dick under control. Staying away from him is tougher than it should be though. He seems to be almost flaunting that unnamed athletic guy in front of me. The hot one he was talking to in the library the other day. The one that kept touching him and smiling at him and being far too flirty. I should know his name because he’s probably one of my students, but let’s be real.

I don’t know any of my students’ names. Just a select few who make an impression. Although, hot jock guy has been making a terrible impression. I look for him in my classes, my eyes scanning the crowds like a hawk, but I don’t see him. He must be in the large introduction course and must sit way in the back. Probably sleeps through my lectures, which is why he needs help from Everly.

He doesn’t deserve him.

And neither do you.

And yet despite reminding myself of this, the next few days, I see the two of them everywhere.

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