Page 67 of Hot for Teacher
There was already a new one on the group message with Devon and Prince.
Devon: We’re giving you until noon to suffer. If we don’t hear from you by then, we’re coming over with something greasy to revive you.
Killian sent a quick text back.
Killian: Alive. But you should’ve hidden the whiskey earlier.
He couldn’t help but check his messages with Chase. As if somehow he might have missed one.
But there was only the one from the night before. The last one.
Chase: Home safe.
Killian hadn’t responded. Because he’d said he wouldn’t, and even drunk and rambling to his friends, he’d known better than to go back on his word so quickly. Because he’d said he’d wait, and that meant not making the first move.
And yet there was some inner, instinctual part of him that was already rebelling.
Fuck that, it whispered.Get him. Bite him. Claim him.
Thatpart of Killian insisted Chase washis. He’d shared a rut with the boy. He’d knotted him again and again. They were mates, bite mark or no.
Killian understood suddenly why Eli had counseled him to go slow, despite having no evidence of Killian doing otherwise.Thiswas why so many people were still wary of alphas. Because they could be demanding, possessive assholes. Some might even argue it was in their very natures.
But that wasn’t what Chase needed from Killian right now. Itwasn’t what he deserved. He deserved to be given space to think about what he wanted. He deserved to be given what he’d asked for—namely, time.
The key was for Killian to keep his cool and not fuck it up by getting all aggravated. Nothing had ended. It was only a pause.
So Killian didn’t text Chase demanding an update. Didn’t ask,How did you sleep?Or,Are you in love with me yet?
Instead, he hauled his tired, sad body out of bed and shuffled to the bathroom, where he brushed the awful taste out of his mouth and got the shower started, turning the taps to blistering hot and stepping under the spray.
Killian used his own shampoo because Chase had never left anything else for him to use instead. Because Killian had always liked Chase smelling like him and only him. But now that meant there was no scent of Chase in his house. No lingering pheromones. No special soap.
Only Killian’s leather and cherry, bitter and heavy.
When had the situation transformed from sex with someone Killian couldn’t resist to this all-consuming thing?
It had been a steady, unassuming encroachment, he was pretty sure. Much like Chase himself. The way he just … fit. In Killian’s house. In Killian’s life.
The way he made Killian laugh without trying. The way he made him softer and sweeter than Killian was used to being. The way he made him want to be a real partner in a way Killian hadn’t wanted to be in a really long time. Possibly ever, given his history.
Killian should have said those things. He should have said more than the incredibly insufficient phrase, “I have very intense feelings for you.”
Very intense feelings? What did that evenmean?
Ah, fuck, Killian was going to mope all day, wasn’t he?
He shut the shower off, rubbing himself dry with a towel before returning to his bedroom.
He had a text waiting on his phone. Not from Chase, but from Devon again.
Devon: Remember. Nothing stupid.
Killian wished he felt like he didn’t need the reminder.
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