Page 118 of Defend Me

“If I somehow get tired of you, I can make you disappear.”

“Good to know. I’ll have to get my dick sucking game up to par.”

“Baby, that’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard. You’re incredible in every way. But…” I pushed my hands through his hair as my lips curved upward. “I wouldn’t say no to another demonstration.”

“Bet. Not right now, though. We have to study.”

“Is this a negotiable decision?”

“No. Oh,” he said, pulling back. I dropped back on my elbows and raised a brow while I waited for him to go on. “This is probably stupid but-”

“If it’s coming from your mouth, it’s not stupid. Don’t let me hear that again.”

His eyes rolled adorably. “My brother’s birthday is on Sunday, so I’m going to my parent’s house this weekend. Miranda is, like, obsessed with you for some reason and has asked me four times if I’ll bring you.Four.”

“Obsessed, huh?”

“Yeah, basically. Anyway, I was just gonna tell her no.”

I put a finger over his lips. He licked it, but I just kept it there.

“I have two questions.”

“Alright…”

“What gift would make it the best birthday he’s ever had? And what are Miranda’s favorite flowers?”

Tilian looked completely taken aback. I kissed him softly, trying to make the tension disappear from his body.

“Relax,” I instructed.

“Kinda hard when you’re me.”

“I’d help, but you’ve removed my methods from the menu today.”

“Studying,” he said firmly. “You take ridiculously good notes and I could for sure benefit from them.”

“One, my notes are a trade secret. Two, don’t you have an A in sociology?”

“Prove it.”

“No.”

“Because you can’t.”

“I don’t want to embarrass you when you realize you’re wrong.”

“You annoy the shit out of me sometimes.”

“And you, Tilian Holloway, are a dirty liar. I happen to find you remarkable anyway. Now, about those two questions I asked.”

“Figure the gift out for yourself. I had a hard enough time with mine. And how the hell would I know what Miranda’s favorite flowers are? Don’t say because I’m gay. I can’t even name more than five different kinds.”

I laughed. “That’s not what I was going to say, but I’m glad we’ve covered the topic of what type of gay you are. Not the kind who likes flowers.”

Grabbing his hand, I led him to the bedroom. He narrowed his eyes at me as if I was about to seduce him. If only.

“We can invite Dean and Oliver over to work on our project if you want to make sure I’m not going to undress you.”

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