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Phillippe beamed like Yarek had handed him a winning lottery ticket. “You’re not going to regret this.”
“Oh, I already do,” Yarek shot back.
Phillippe remained unfazed. “Okay, I have to get back to work. But I’ll see you later.”
He flounced out of the room, and Yarek let out a breath. Phillippe was a lot sometimes, but Yarek was going to need a drink and distraction after the day he was about to have.
After the day he’d already had. He’d found the code late last night while he’d been poring over the systems when he couldn’t sleep. He’d almost missed it too. Yarek was good at coding, but not that good. He wasn’t hacker-level good. But given enough time, he could make sense of just about anything.
Yarek turned back to his computer and brought up the list of units that had been on the programming floor the night of the outage. Some of the units had already been scrubbed and sent back through programming. When the power had been cut, it had affected a number of the units.
And now that Yarek had the list of the units that could be affected, all he had left to do was connect to each unit and comb through their code to see if they’d caught the bug from the mainframe.
It was a simple task, but tedious. But someone had to do it.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN_
DATES & DECLARATIONS
Winston’s scheduledidn’t line up with Lucky’s for the next few days, which gave him plenty of time to think about all that had gone on between them. The look on Lucky’s face as Calvin fucked him wasn’t something he could easily forget even if he wanted to.
Winston thought about the two of them nearly constantly. So much so, Winston had taken to hiding in the library on campus when he wasn’t in class. At home, he could get nothing done. Not with the way his dick got hard just being in the same room as Calvin.
He’d thought of nothing else since watching Calvin rail Lucky. He wanted that too. He wanted to know what it was like to have Calvin take him that way. Images of Calvin switching between him and Lucky plagued his dreams. More than once this week, Winston had woken up in need of a cold shower.
Was it wrong for him to fantasize about it? About having Calvin fuck him senseless? Was it cheating if he and Lucky weren’t even together? If Calvin wasn’t even a real person? Thinking about it made Winston hot all over. He never wanted to do anything to hurt Lucky, but staying away, causing a gulf between them, had hurt them both.
Someone dropped down into the chair next to Winston’s. A chair that had remained blissfully empty for the whole day that he’d been hiding away in the library. Winston wasn’t surprised to turn his head and see Lucky sitting there. The scowl on his face wasn’t a surprise either.
“You’re avoiding me.” Lucky didn’t care about things like volume level and Winston hushed him.
“Keep your voice down.”
Lucky put his elbow on the table and leaned against his hand. He stared at Winston, unblinking and fucking silent until Winston let out a sigh.
“I needed time to think.”
Lucky glanced at the giant clock on the wall. “Time’s up. Get your things, let’s go.”
Winston nodded and closed the books he hadn’t glanced at for the past hour anyway. Should he mind being bossed around by Lucky? Probably. Did he mind? Not even a little.
Winston had spent so much time wrapped up in himself about the whole thing that he was tangled in knots. He couldn’t think straight anymore. Just when he’d believe he found the perfect solution, he’d find another reason why it would never work.
And he couldn’t talk to Calvin about it. Though he was good with things like schedules, meal planning, finances, and basically anything else, emotions weren’t his area of expertise. Lucky, on the other hand, never met an emotion he couldn’t get into a chokehold and manhandle it into some sort of happiness. Real or otherwise.
But right now, Lucky’s happiness was nowhere to be seen. Winston finished gathering his things and then Lucky stood and took his bag for him. He slung it over his shoulder and slid his hand into Winston’s, lacing their fingers together.
“There. That’s not so bad, is it?” Lucky asked. There was no trace of anger or reprimand in his voice, just soft understanding.
“I—”
“Not yet. We’ll talk about it when we get home.” Lucky led Winston out of the library and to his car. He had inherited the classic from his late grandfather. It had been restored to perfection, then upgraded by Lucky after his grandfather passed.
“I don’t suppose you’re going to let me drive?” Winston looked at Lucky and waited for his reaction. The slight upturn of lips, the roll of his eyes told Winston that Lucky wasn’t mad at him.
“Not even in your dreams.” Lucky escorted Winston to the passenger side and opened the door for him. After stowing Winston’s bag in the trunk, Lucky got behind the wheel and steered them away from campus. Away from their home too.
“I thought we were going home.”
