Page 29 of Chaos & Corruption

“Same go for games? Your phone is always in your locker?”

“Yes.”

“What about Webber?”

“How the hell am I supposed to know what he does with his…” His voice fades and he straightens his shoulders. “Oh, fucking hell no.”

“I’m just saying his phone is probably where it’s at and my uncle has this thing where he can mirror everything on a person’s cell phone. It’s like getting a xerox made of everything on there, from his apps to his texts. Even his pictures and passwords.”

“Your uncle—the guy who robbed my pizza?Thatguy can mirror a phone?”

“Don’t let the leather fool you, Uncle Riggs is a genius.” I raise an eyebrow. “So, what do you think, can you get your hands on Webber’s phone? Or I can! All you have to do is tell me when your next practice is, and I’ll sneak into the locker room and grab the phone.” I frown. “Wait, that won’t work.”

“No fucking shit,” he grunts.

“I can’t involve my uncle, but my cousin Robert… Uncle Riggs’ son, he knows how to mirror a phone too.”

“It’s bad enough you convinced me to let you snoop through his room, but I’ve got to draw the line somewhere. You are not sneaking into the locker room and stealing his phone. If he finds out—”

I cut him off.

“Why not? I’ve already seen one locker room, what’s another?”

“About that,” he says, and I eye him expectantly. “Everyone in the gym saw me take you in there—Jennings included.”

“So?”

I turn back to Webber’s desk and begin to shuffle through the mountain of papers cluttering it. In a world that’s gone digital, he has an awful lot of notebooks and Post-its.

“So—fuck!”

I’m about to ask him what his problem is when I hear the front door jiggle. The layout of their apartment is a little different from mine and Mila’s. When you walk in the front door, there is a bedroom to the left and living room to the right. Can you guess whose room is right next to the front door?

“I thought you said he wasn’t going to be home for a while,” I whisper.

Alex turns to me, but he doesn’t answer. Instead, he charges for me. Kicking the chair to the desk out of the way, he lifts me up and sets me on top of the mound of papers. It happens so quickly, I barely have a chance to register what’s happening let alone ask him what the hell he’s doing. He pushes my legs apart and stands between them, bringing his hands to my face.

“This isn’t how I wanted to do this,” he grunts.

“Alex…”

“I’m not one of them,” he murmurs. Then his mouth comes crashing down onto mine and I lose my train of thought. I lose everything but the ability to feel and God, do I feel. I feel him everywhere.

My mouth—where he playfully nips and sucks. I part my lips and a moan slides from my mouth to his as his tongue slides over mine, exploring and tasting.

But most of all, I feel him between my legs—thick and hard, straining and pressing against the barriers of clothing that separates us.

I forget all about Webber and the reasons we’re in his room and become consumed by Alex’s kiss. My hands slide up his back, into his hair and I return the kiss, angling my head to gain better access to his mouth.

“What the fuck is this?” Webber asks, breaking the moment. Alex tears his mouth away from mine and lazily glances over his shoulder at his roommate. I can’t bring myself to look at Webber, though, and I’m not sure if that’s because I hate him or if I’m embarrassed that he just walked in on us.

“Shit, sorry, man,” Alex says, his arms tightening around me. “I ran out of condoms and know you have never-ending supply in here.”

I pinch his side.

He did not just say that!

“Well, they’re not on my fucking desk,” Webber says, walking around the bed. He opens his nightstand drawer and pulls out a box of Trojan. Throwing them at Alex, his gaze flits to me and his eyebrows shoot up. “Mob girl.”

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