Page 54 of A Stealthy Situation

We reach campus, and I pull up in the parking lot near the science buildings.

Then, I turn in my seat to face him. “I know you try to hide it, but you’re a really good guy. I love having you for a friend, and if you’re this good of a friend, I imagine you must be the best brother. Sometimes things that feel like they’re about us really aren’t.”

One of the corners of his lips twitch, just for a second. “That was very wise.”

“It’s the red hair. Gives me superpowers.”

“And red pubes.”

I snicker because that’s the last response I’m expecting. Then I lean over, pop his door, and push it open for him.

With our faces hovering right next to each other, so close I could tilt my head and bring our lips together, I say, “Play your cards right, and you might even get to see them again.”

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BENNY

Awareness tingles from my scalp to my toes as I follow Harrison up the staircase. My gut is in knots, and I’m trying really, really hard not to think about what he just said to me, but it’s filling my brain anyway.

He might want to hook up again. It’s the nightmare scenario Em gave me, only it’s here and it’s real, and I can’t just pretend to think about it anymore. I have to make a choice.

My throat is all tight as I swallow and drag my gaze down his back, landing on his ass, which is just below eye level.

Make a choice.

That’s hilarious.

Somehow, I’ve turned into a fucking simp for this guy, and I hate him for it.

Then, Harrison throws a well-timed smile back over his shoulder at me, and that knot in my gut loosens and tightens all over again.

Why, why the fuck does he have to be so sexy?

We reach the rooftop, and the cool night air is a welcome relief from how heated it was getting in that stairwell. I can make out the stars through the bright campus spotlights below, and even with the noise from the dorms past the math buildings, it’s kinda peaceful here.

Harrison ignores the giant greenhouse in front of us and moves to the side of the building. I join him, standing side by side like that night at my party, and we watch the few people pass on the path below.

“You showed me your favorite place. I’m showing you mine.”

It figures that his favorite place would involve plants, and somehow, it makes me love it even more.

Harrison is just Harrison.

It’s getting uncomfortably mushy in my chest, so my dumbass frat side comes out instead.

“Is it because you can see straight down the chick’s tops?”

Harrison shoves me and moves away. “You’re a dick.”

“You’re the one who likes titties. If you were on the stairs above me and I could see up your shorts, I can’t guarantee I wouldn’t take a peek.”

“Yeah, but I’ve got a good-looking cock, so I couldn’t blame you.”

“Aren’t you supposed to let other people tell you that?”

“You already did, but if you want to tell me again …” He watches me expectantly.

I grin. “You want me to tell you that you’ve got a pretty dick?”

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