Page 92 of Psychopath

“I find it very difficult,” Zane murmured.

Quinn shifted away another two inches. Zane paused with his pencil on the paper but didn’t turn to Quinn.

“Two buses,” he murmured, then continued with his task.

Zane completed the questionnaire and rather than hand it to Quinn, he slotted it into the folder and dropped it on a space on the bed behind them.

“Now what was it you said?” Zane hummed. “Nothing inappropriate can happen if we stay on our sides of the bed.”

“That’s right.”

Zane leaned back on his hands, displaying the front of his body. There was no missing his erection clear as day through his grey sweatpants.

“Fuck,” Quinn cursed, trying not to look at it. He twisted and reached for his folder, but a firm tut from Zane made him pause.

“The folder’s on my side.” Zane smirked. “Now we can keep playing this game where you pretend this wasn’t what you wanted, that you didn’t come down here with expectations.

“I came down for the study.”

“You’re a terrible liar, Quinn. We’ve only got twenty minutes left, so I suggest we crack on.”

“Crack on?”

Zane hummed. “Yeah, and you can make my birthday wish come true.”

“And what was it you wished for?”

“I can’t tell you that, but you can say I can have it, and we’ll go from there.”

“I can’t say yes if I don’t know what I’m saying yes to.”

Zane leaned in, stretching over the space Quinn had made between them. He glanced at Quinn’s mouth, then up to his eyes. “Sure you can. Just say I can have it. I promise you’ll like it.”

“I…”

“Eighteen minutes.”

“I don’t know why I’m here,” Quinn blurted.

“Sure, you do, seventeen…and a half.”

“But…”

“Seventeen and a quarter. Say I can have it.”

“Zane.”

“Quinn,” Zane leaned even closer. “Stop fighting me. Without knowing what you’re saying yes to, you know you want it. You want it badly.”

Quinn swallowed.

Zane rested his hand on Quinn’s thigh, and gave him a squeeze.

Quinn’s breath caught, and the denials melted away.

“Fifteen minutes—"

“You…you can have it,” Quinn murmured.

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