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Seaborn: I want to.
Seaborn: I want to see you. This is for me.
The asshole does know me.
Seaborn: You can pay me back after you pick up a couple of shifts with my uncle.
A little extra money would be nice, even if it’s just a bit to send to my mother for Christmas, but she wouldn’t like me taking charity. Especially from the guy I’m competing against to be drafted. Our teams are already in place to be the top two contenders for the Frozen Four. I’d have to lie to her about it.
I’m about to tell him yes when an email notification pops up, and it’s the train ticket.
Ktytor: You didn’t even wait for me to say yes.
Seaborn: I’m selfish. I miss your lips around my cock.
Ktytor: How much do you miss my mouth?
Seaborn: I guess you’ll have to get on the train in the morning to see for yourself.
Ktytor: Fuck you.
Seaborn: I miss you too.
TWENTY-NINE
SEABORN
Ihaven’t heard from him all morning, and maybe I’m stupid for going to the train station. Hell, maybe I’m stupid for buying him a ticket with the last of my money. But my entire life seems like a series of bad ideas right now, so what’s adding one more? I pull my ball cap low and stand back as the train pulls into the platform. People get off in a rush, and I look at my phone.
Ktytor hasn’t even read my damn message. Why the fuck had I come out of the way to the station to pick him up when he didn’t even message me? I could be spending time with my family or working.
As I’m in our thread, my last message pops up read.
He’s typing.
He’s going to tell me he missed the train. I’m so fucking stupid. No. I’m mad. This fucking bastard is going to tell me he just woke up or something and that he can’t come.
I close the messenger and shove off the wall about to leave when I see him step off the train. It’s been at least five minutes since the last person got off. What the fuck was he doing?
I nod at him, and he walks in my direction. “What the fuck? Why’d you take so long to get off the train?”
“You thought I blew you off, didn’t you?” He’s fucking smug.
“Did you wait just to piss me off?” I can’t believe this dick.
“You do fuck better when you’re mad.”
I growl.
“I’m kidding. Not about the fucking—I would never kid about that. But I fell asleep. The conductor had to wake me up,” he says like it’s no big deal.
“Why didn’t you call when you left?” I ask, still annoyed.
“I wasn’t going to wake you up, baby. I’m not rude.” Ktytor pats my cheek and I glare. “If you’re going to look at me like that, you’re going to have to fuck me in a bathroom or something.”
I grind my teeth. “We have a fucking train to catch. If we don’t make this one, we’ll have to do two changes?—”
He cuts me off with a look.
