Page 37 of Dream a Little Dream

“If they were, you’d tell me they were.”

“Did you fuck her?”

Kenny inhaled, his whole body rising from the seat. “Who?”

“Heather.”

“You know that isn’t within an inch of your business.”

“I know.” Aaron took a sip of tea, eyebrows rising. “So did you?”

“No.”

Aaron couldn’t prevent the smile, so he let it loose. And he chuckled, bashing his fist on the bench and biting through a celebratory grin, much like Kenny’s, when he’d discovered he’d been right about Aaron’s upbringing.

“I kissed her.”

Aaron looked up. “With tongue?”

“No—”

“Then is that really a kiss?”

“Aaron.” Kenny lowered his voice. “You know this can’t happen?”

“What can’t?”

“We can’t have conversations like this.”

“I didn’t ask you to take me here, did I?Youfucking did. And I ain’t asking you to fuck me, am I?” Aaron cocked his head. “Do you want me to ask you?”

“There are probably hundreds of men in this university who’d queue up to be with you.”

“I know.”

“So choose one of them.”

“I would if I could.”

“Why can’t you?”

“Cause I swallowed your spunk, and it’s given me a taste for it.”

Kenny darted his gaze to the other students. They were all too far away, lost in their own conversations to have heard. So he turned back. “That’s the most honest you’ve been.”

“I know.”

Kenny sighed, hands clasping around his coffee. “That was a different me.”

“No, it wasn’t.” Aaron shook his head. “That was therealyou. This one is the fake.” He waved his hand over Kenny. “The one pretending he doesn’t feel what he’s feeling.”

“You think you know how I feel?”

“Yeah. I do.”

“Go on. Enlighten me with your profound psychological evaluation of my state of mind.”

Aaron leaned forward. Grinned. “You can’t stop thinking about my mouth stretched around your ten-inch cock. Or how you bit down on my neck to mark me. How you picked me out of that club because of some weird, psychic, fuckingthing. You’re obsessed with me.”

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