Page 67 of Room 4 Rent

I hate that my insides turn to mush. Had I been out of the game too long? Is this what men are like now?

Can you classify a college boy a man?

Asking for a friend.

Fuck, stop staring at him.

I’m trying!

“You tried this bed out yet?” he asks, his voice low and seductive.

“We can’t have sex. At all. You’re on the bench throughout these six months.”

Blinking slowly, he does that thing he did in the bar when he licked his lips. “We’ll see about that.” Cornering me against the wall separating the bed from the bathroom, he breathes me in. “I desperately want a chance on the mound again.”

I search his eyes, unable to stop my breathing from increasing. Placing my hands on his chest, I don’t push him away. “You know where this is going to lead.”

His breathing mirrors my own. “And where’s that?”

“Hello!” Tatum yells from the bathroom. “I need toilet paper to wipe my ass.”

We all burst out laughing, aside from Tatum.

“People! I need toilet paper for my butthole.”

My cheeks are so red. “Okay, well, at least you know the toilet works!”

“You know, I had my doubts, so it’s nice to have that cleared up.” With a grin, he motions to the door. “I have to get to the field. I’ll be back after my game.”

Shit. Did you notice the blip of excitement that he’s returning later? This is bad, guys. Really bad!

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