Page 49 of Full Service

“You do realize that this could be considered cheating?” I grumble, and Everly’s eyes slash to mine.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

He worries his bottom lip, as if in thought, as if he’s about to say something I probably don’t want to hear. So, I shut it down before he can even begin.

“And besides that. I shouldn’t have allowed it anyway. Because I have a date.”

Everly’s eyebrows fly upward. “A date?”

“Yes, a date.”

“With who?”

“A very hot man,” I lie and then toss the used tissues into the garbage can.

Everly’s eyebrows lower and his mouth turns into a frown. Good. He should frown every once in a while. His smile is far too potent for the likes of me.

“And who is this very hot man?” he asks, and I sit up a little straighter, pressing down on my tie and trying to regain some composure. Sadly, my dick has other ideas. It just lives for my eternal embarrassment.

It’s hard. Again.

Everly sees it too and points at it. “And just so you know, your dick doesn’t want this other hot man. It wants me.”

My mouth falls open, and I point at him. “Keep your voice down, Mr. Winslow.”

He rolls his eyes like a petulant teen and then stands up. “Fine. Then tell me. What’s his name?”

I honestly can’t remember it right now. Damn ribbon-man and his ridiculous name. And damn Everly for being so fucking hot that he’s scrambled all of my neurons.

“You’re lying. You don’t have a date,” Everly says with a laugh. “Fuck off, Dr. Sinclair.”

I stand now too, wincing when I feel the stickiness still in my pants. I did a horrid job of cleaning myself up. I need to keep a fresh set of clothes in my office if Everly is going to continue to be my TA this semester. I can’t go walking around with cum in my pants.

“I do have a date.”

“Then tell me his name,” he demands.

My fists clench, and I grind my teeth. “Fine. It’s AlmondJoy.”

Everly’s mouth falls open, and he lets out a laugh. “Shut up. That’s a total lie.”

“It’s not. That’s his name.”

I’m almost positive that’s not his name, but I can’t correct it. He’s a candy bar now.

“You’re lying,” he says lowly, and I shake my head.

“I’m not. He’s very eccentric. And he’s my age. I’m sure we have a lot in common, and we’re going to have so much fun.”

Everly shakes his head and runs a hand through his hair. He looks a little unsure, and I despise it.

“And what does it matter anyways? You have that jock-guy wrapped around you all the time.”

Everly freezes, his hand cupping the back of his neck. He really shouldn’t stand like that. It’s making his bicep pop out, and I want to sink my teeth into it.

“Right, I do have Garrett,” he says and then his arm falls to his side with a sigh. Almost like he’s given up. “Alright. You win. You have fun on your date. With AlmondJoy.”

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