Page 30 of Hot Ice, Tennessee

I shifted on my chair as my cock started to chub up. I was the first person in class, but students were filing by the open classroom door out in the adjacent hallway.

I’d been convinced I might never hear from Mason again. Last night, I’d felt a strangeclickwhen our lips had finally met, like kissing him was a puzzle piece my body had been missing. It was purely physical—I was aware I barely knew the man, but there was no denying that we’d turned each other the fuck on.

This morning, I figured it might have been just the heat of the moment. A feverish night and a kiss that was more intimate than it had any right to be.

But I felt it in my body again now. I could picture Mason sending the text, second-guessing himself, knowing he was making a bad decision but doing it anyway.

Andfuck, that was hot.

You want to be bad for me, don’t you?

I bit down on the inside of my cheek, looking at the blank whiteboards, the windows at the edge of the room, oranythingthat could potentially bring me back down to Earth quickly.

Class was set to start soon.

My mind spiraled on all of the different ways I could respond to Mason. I had a sudden, terrible urge to tease him into a lust-drunk frenzy like the one he’d been in last night. I knew the right thing for me to do was probably to ignore his text, or to say something likeit was a good time, but we shouldn’t.

But also…

Where was the fun in that?

“Uh, is this the right place for Physio 203?”

My hand snapped to lock my phone as I looked up at the open classroom doorway.

A guy was poking his head in now, looking a little lost and confused.

“Scared me,” I said, taking a breath.

“Shit. Sorry, man,” he said. “You looked pretty focused. Just wanted to check if this was the right class. I don’t reallygetthis campus yet.”

“Don’t sweat it. Physio 203 is what I’m here for,” I told the guy, nodding. “Guess we’re the early birds.”

Luckily the surprise had made my cock go down. I sat up straight, acting calm and sliding my phone back into my shorts.

The guy walked in, giving me a broad smile. “Sick tattoos, by the way.”

“Thanks,” I said. “I’ve gotten a lot more ink this year, actually. Gives me a little boost every time someone compliments my tattoos.”

“You’ve got some great art for sure,” he said.

There was something familiar about the guy’s face, but I didn’t know what. He was utterly jacked, with his arm muscleson display in a loose tank top that saidParty Professionalin neon pink on the front.

“I’m Jesse,” I told him.

He gave me another sunny smile and shook my hand. “I’m Andrew. Nice to meet you.”

“Glad I’m not the only one here anymore.”

“I’m so bad at finding classes. Can’t believe I’m early,” he said, taking the seat next to mine and sliding off his backpack. “Practice was a fucking bitch this morning.”

“You’re an athlete?”

“Eat, sleep, and dream football,” he said with a nod. “I’m a wide receiver.”

“How come we haven’t met?” I asked. “I’ve partied with most of the football team before.”

“Transferred in. I’m only starting this year,” he said.

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