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He took my hand, guiding it to his crotch, pressing my palm over his hard length. My fingers found the zipper, tugging it down as I returned his touch, stroking him like I’d done before. He shoved his boxers aside, freeing himself, and I took in the sight of him—thick, solid, and already pulsing under my hand.

Evan shifted back, his breath catching as he watched me. “Yeah, just like that,” he murmured, his eyes half-closed. My fingers ran along the length of him, collecting the precum, spreading it along his shaft as he groaned. His breathing quickened, his body taut with anticipation.

A moment later, he tensed, his face tightening as white ropes of release spilled over his chest. I continued to stroke until he let out a shaky laugh, pushing my hand away.

“God, that was incredible,” he said, catching his breath. “Just imagine how it’ll be when we go all the way.”

I managed a small nod, my thoughts swirling. “I’ll just take a quick shower,” he added, getting up with a satisfied grin. “You okay with that?”

“Yeah, go ahead,” I replied, watching as he disappeared into the bathroom. Once I was alone, I pulled up my jeans and wandered over to his desk, half-looking for our notebook. But as I glanced through the drawer, my fingers brushed across something unexpected—something that made me pause.

CHAPTER 12

Hudson

The afternoon had been a mix of chores and anticipation. I spent part of the day cleaning my room and the mancave, scrubbing it spotless as if tonight was going to be important. Alex didn’t come down here much, even though it was set up with every guy's dream—a media room, huge screen television, leather sofas, fully stocked fridge. He preferred the family room upstairs, watching TV with my mom.

They did their monthly Costco haul together, stocking up on cases of juices, Snapple, iced teas, and snacks for the candy bar in the media room. It was mostly for me and my friends, though I didn’t have enough people over to make a dent in the stash. I tidied up, threw out old wrappers, vacuumed, and restocked the drinks in the fridge. The clock above the bar showed she’d be here soon, and I was surprised she’d gotten a night away from Evan.

My phone buzzed.

I’m on my way.

I checked the time;she was early. I quickly jumped in the shower, scrubbing off the dust and sweat, then threw on a pair of ripped jeans and a black T-shirt. Just before she arrived, I sprayed on some cologne, feeling that strange mix of nerves and anticipation.

When the doorbell rang, I swung it open. “Hey,” I said, trying to sound casual, but the moment she stepped in, she melted into my arms, the evening chill clinging to her like a second skin. I wrapped her tight, inhaling the scent of her hair.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, feeling her shiver.

“Everything.” She pulled back to look at me, her eyes rimmed with worry. “I have something to tell you.”

I took her cold hand, squeezing it gently. “Come downstairs.” I led her into the mancave, taking her coat and tossing it onto the arm of the sectional. She took in the room, looking impressed.

“This place is really nice,” she said, managing a faint smile. “Is this your room?”

“Sort of. Alex calls it his mancave, but he’s never down here. My actual bedroom is over there.” I pointed to a door past the bar, and we both sank into the couch. I leaned forward, elbows on my knees. “What’s up?”

She took a shaky breath. “You’ll be happy to know I broke up with Evan.”

My eyebrows shot up. “Is this…for good?”

She gave a humorless laugh. “He’s cheating on me. And it’s with your girlfriend.”

I frowned, feeling my stomach tighten. “I’m just seeing Reagan…we’re not official.”

But if what Presley said was true, then Reagan had played her cards just right. She had a reputation, and it wouldn’t surprise me if Evan, frustrated with Presley’s boundaries, had taken advantage. Still, I wanted to believe it wasn’t true.

Presley was hugging herself, looking lost. “You were right. He hurt me. I should’ve ended it for good last time we broke up.”

I reached out, squeezing her knee gently. “Pres, how do you know? What evidence do you have?”

Without a word, she reached into her coat pocket and pulled out a red lace bra, holding it up between us.

“That…could be anyone’s,” I said, hesitating.

“I thought so too. But last week, we were in the locker room changing for class, and she had the panties—just the panties. I even made a joke that she must’ve gotten dressed in the dark, and she just shrugged.”

“You think she slept with Evan?”

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