Page 35 of Give You Up

Speaking of dose, I lean over the armrest and say in a low voice, “Syn, I’ve been thinking about your anxiety and the rash. You should get tested for allergies. Make it official. I’ve never heard of anyone getting hives from anxiety.”

“I don’t have the money. Student medical coverage only covers so much.”

“I’ll pay.”

“You’re already paying me big bucks to keep you in line.”

“Then let me provide you withpersonalmedical insurance.”

She looks at me and rolls her eyes. Okay, then. Man, she is stubborn.

“Syn, I’m more than willing.” And I am a persistent son of a bitch.

“They poke you lots and lots of times with a bazillion needles. I don’t like needles.”

Who does? I point out the obvious. “You’re tatted and pierced.”

“That’s different. I had liquid courage and smoked a bud with Dare and Midnight.”

“You smoked a joint?”

“Did I stutter?”

“Fucking insane, Syn.”

“It wasn’t at the time. Anyway, it’s the only way I can handle needles, and no way will a medical person test me if I show up drunk and high.”

“Yet the tattoo artist inked you?”

“Midnight knows Peyton, and Ty is my friend Ever’s brother. When you’re ready to get inked, let me know. I’ll hold your hand.”

“Will that make me a part of your four-man—I mean, two-man, two-woman crew?”

“Like I said, our crew is closed to new members.”

“Kind of like your snuggling gig?”

“Yep.” Satisfied grin on her face, and I can’t help it. I grasp the adorable stubborn jut of her chin between my fingers. Flick my thumb across her bottom lip. Her eyes flutter closed.

“Do you like?” I say near her ear.

“Yes,” she murmurs.

I stroke the other direction. “What if it were my tongue instead?”

“Even better.”

I press my mouth on the soft shell of her ear. “My cock?”

“Hotter.”

“My mouth full on yours?”

“The best.”

She trembles, and I want to give her all of the above and more, but we’re in class.Fuck. We’re in class. The air around us goes from quiet to a shit ton of conversations.

Syn’s eyes flare open. She, too, forgot. Damn, that’s never happened before, getting so lost in a girl and her reaction to me, her body in tune to mine, her mouth giving as good as the words I’m uttering, that I lost track of where I was.

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