Page 59 of Blocked Score

That’s when I realize I didn’t fall asleep in my bed last night. The last thing I can remember, I came downstairs and ended up binge watching a Korean drama with Scarlett.

I open my eyes. My breath hitches, because the first thing I see is Scarlett’s rich, chocolate-brown hair feathered over my shoulder and cascading down my arm.

Speaking of that arm, her breast is pressed against it, feeling so fucking heavenly that I could die right now and have no complaints.

My forearm rests on her lap, right on top of her warm, soft thigh, and suddenly I realize my cock is a hard rod behind my boxer briefs.

We must have fallen asleep in the early hours of the morning. We’ve ended up pressed together, her left side leaning against my right side, while we slept sitting up.

“Ya’ll up?” Tuck asks from the kitchen, his voice sounding booming to my morning ears.

“Yeah,” I answer, my voice husky with sleep. “I’m up.” I crack my neck.

Scarlett starts to stir next to me. Panic flashes through my chest, because I don’t want her eyes to open and immediately be greeted by the outline of my pulsing cock behind my underwear. I grab a throw pillow and press it into my lap as she rubs her eyes and yawns.

When she straightens up, the sensation of her hair feathering over my arm as she pulls her head away from my shoulder sends sparks dancing over my skin. The feeling sure doesn’t help the throbbing cock under the pillow situation I’m working with.

I try to focus on how cold the right side of my body feels now that it’s deprived of her warmth, hoping that something negative might slow the rush of blood below my waist.

Scarlett stretches out her arms on another yawn, and I have to try really hard not to gawk at her tits as her chest pushes forward.

“Do you remember what episode we got to last night?” She asks.

A smile rises on my lips. “Thirty minutes into episode four. You fell asleep.”

“You paused it?”

“Finishing it alone felt wrong.”

She grins, and the way it looks on her sleepy face makes my heart do a somersault. “Should we finish it after class today?”

“It’s a date.”

To that, Tuck says wryly from the kitchen, “Sure sounds like one.”

When I get homeafter my last class, I find Scarlett sitting on the couch. Sebastian’s next to her. And he’s not wearing a shirt.

My nostrils flare. An unpleasant feeling prickles over my skin.

Sebastian’s one of my best friends, but seeing him naked in front of Scarlett last night made me want to drive my fist through his face.

Seeing him shirtless next to her doesn’t invoke quite that level of hostility. It’s more like I just want to pick him up by his ankles and toss him across the room. Preferably to the furthest corner away from Scarlett.

He shouldn’t be making our one girl roommate feel uncomfortable by being around her in various states of undress.

Yeah, that’s it. That’s why I don’t like him bearing his skin around her. I’m gonna hold on tight to that rationalization.

Sebastian glances over his shoulder as I shut the door. “Yo, Lane. Just showing Scarlett how much ass I kick atFallaway,” he says, referencing a side-scroller video game.

“Yeah, well, save your game, because Scarlett and I have an appointment with the TV.”

“That’s right, Seb,” Scarlett says. There’s really something wrong with me, because just hearing her call him that nickname has a knot of jealousy tugging inside me. “Lie to My Hearttakes precedence over video games.”

Just then, the refrigerator door shuts, and I realize Tuck had his head shoved into it. “What episode ya’ll on?” he asks before stuffing half of a leftover Italian sub into his mouth.

“Thirty minutes into episode four,” Scarlett calls from the couch.

Tuck’s mouth forms into an O shape. “Aw, shit. Wait ‘til you see what happens at the end of episode five.”

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