Page 87 of Play With Me
“Knew you were a virgin in so many ways.”
“Losing my virginity quickly with you, though,” I say when I regain the ability to breathe. I don’t like smoking, unless it’s watching Colton do it.
Then I seem to like it very much.
“Sure are. Come on. Give it back to me. You’re shit at this. Good at head and spreading your legs, but can’t smoke a cigarette worth shit.”
“Fuck you.”
“I will. Maybe later, but I will.”
That promise lingers, and so do his stepfather’s words.
Gaslighting liar. Thief.
I don’t want them to have an effect, but they eventually do. They sink into my mind and sprout wicked lies. Lies I start to think I may believe.
I lie awake that night and mull them over, trying like hell to parse together the truths he’s told me.
But in the end, I’m left more confused than before.
I’m going to talk to someone I can trust, someone who can navigate this with me, who can verify what the truth is. My mind moves to Maya, and I immediately send her a text. If anyone can walk me through this, it’s her.
Chapter Fourteen
“Why the fuck are you avoiding me?” Colton hisses, his voice hoarse. He’s caught me sneaking into the gym after practice. He was waiting for me to arrive. “I’ve been messaging you all day.”
I run a hand through my sweaty hair and shrug, trying like hell not to let my gaze eat him up. I can’t help but let my eyes sweep up and down his muscular body, his tan skin, the bulge at the crease of his thighs. He looks so fucking nice.
My mouth waters, and I feel a pang in my chest.
I have been ignoring him, trying like hell to process what his stepfather told me about him and reconcile it with the man I’ve come to know.
“Yeah, take a good fucking look because if you’re fucking around with my feelings, this may be the last time I give you anything. Least of all my dick.”
That makes me swallow, and I set my bag down. We’re in the small nook of the gym, the place where we’ve kissed, and where we’ve done a lot more than kissing.
And here we are having our first real fight.
I don’t want to fight. I just want to understand. I want the truth.
“I’m not fucking around with your feelings. I’m just…I’m working through shit in my head.”
“What shit?” he asks, stepping closer to me. I smell like sweat, like grass, but he’s not deterred. He only seems to inhale deeper. “Tell me. You’re messing with my mind.”
“It’s been half a day.”
“It’s been a long fucking half a day, especially when you normally message me right back. Today it’s been silence. In fact, since meeting my shitty stepdad, you’ve been cold.”
“I haven’t been.”
“Yeah? Since meeting him two days ago, we haven’t fucked.”
“Yeah, well, maybe my ass needs a rest.”
He huffs in annoyance. “No, it doesn’t. Tell me what’s going on. I need fucking closure if this is ending.”
The thought of ending this has me in a slight panic. My skin grows slightly too tight, and my vision blurs.
