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“You’re already not following directions.” He leans down and pulls my legs apart so he can stand between them. Then he sits on the coffee table—usually a big no-no—and leans in.

We’re about the same height at this angle. And my dick is throbbing painfully from having his hands on me. I try to be prepared this time.

“Don’t fight for dominance,” he says in his serious teacher voice. “If you’re the one initiating, then do it without hesitation. Cup their face so they understand and then kiss them. If they don’t open, give them a hint.”

“A hint?” I ask breathlessly, my body tingling with want.

“Lick the seam of their mouth—”

“Oh.” My sigh sounds a little high-pitched, and I close my eyes for a second to get control of my body.

“You’re killing me,” he says, making a noise that goes straight to my dick. “No more fucking talking.” His hand around my neck has me shuddering, and then he kisses me. His lips are firm against mine, and I’m so turned on that I forget everything he said. Oh lord, it’s so good.

Another frustrated noise, and then he’s licking the seam of my mouth impatiently. I press my palm against my hard-on to keep from embarrassing myself as I open my mouth and let him in.

Then I forget all about whatever this is supposed to be and focus on kissing Colin the way I want him to kiss me. His mouth is hot as I push my way in and suck on his tongue. He tastes like coffee and cinnamon and Colin. I can’t get enough. One hand threads through my hair as he kisses me over and over, diving in for more, and then everything is on fire. My mouth. My body. I can’t get enough. Colin climbs in my lap and grinds against me. I flatten my hand on his back, holding him as close as I can. My other hand reaches down for his ass and squeezes.

He gasps and pulls away. We are both breathing heavily and staring at each other in shock. His lips are swollen, and his eyes are full of lust and confusion. He scrambles off me, his skin turning bright pink as he avoids my eyes. “Um. I think you’re good. I mean, you’ve…got it.” He darts to his room.

What just happened? And will I ever recover?

DAY SIX: MONDAY AND THE HUNKY HISTORY GEEK

DECEMBER 18

GIL

Colin hidesin his room for the rest of the night and avoids me the next morning. I’m not sure if I should call the whole thing off and erase the chalkboard or if I should keep at it. When I return home from the gym, Colin ambushes me.

“You found this idea in a magazine, didn’t you?” Colin says, gesturing at the chalkboard.

“No.” I avoid his eyes. Colin can always tell when I’m lying. And it’s super inconvenient.

“Let’s see it.”

“Colin, I told you—”

“You didn’t get it from a magazine. Right. Got it. But this will go quicker if you just send me the link.”

I swallow my pride and send him the link. He makes himself comfortable on the couch, and I try not to think of us kissing there last night. It doesn’t seem to faze him at all as he sips his coffee while reading the story.

Deciding I need to keep my distance, I sink into the chair, mortified. Why didn’t I keep the list to myself? I could have put it in my notebook. But I honestly didn’t think Colin would care. He’d been ignoring me. I close my eyes. God. I wanted him to notice. I can’t admit that to anyone else, but I need to face it myself. Maybe it isn’t just my dick that’s interested in Colin.

Which is the worst idea ever. Colin has made it clear he doesn’t like jocks. Especially football players. He tolerates me. Barely.

“This is…” He glances up and shakes his head. “Um, okay. The magazine angle didn’t work for you. Can we admit that?”

I don’t want to admit defeat, but none of my dates have worked out, so I nod.

“Good. Let’s treat this like a science problem. And before you say you don’t like science, let me remind you of that one time you helped me dissect a frog? You fucking loved it.”

“You promised never to bring that up.”

“It’s an emergency, okay?”

I lean forward and huff out a breath. “Fine.”

“Hold on.” Colin jumps up and runs to his room. He returns with his whiteboard and props it on the coffee table. He looks at me as if noticing for the first time how far away I am. He pats the seat next to him. I roll my eyes but join him on the couch, trying to keep a little bit of distance.

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