Page 58 of Puck You
I didn’t miss the gleam in his eye as he leaned across the table, lips curled in bemusement.“Do you really want to know?”
Déjà vu.This wasn’t the first time Sebastian had asked me a similar question, and I had a feeling it wouldn’t be the last.I nodded my head and held my breath.
“You’re right.The sweetness, it’s all an act.This was more of a wine and dine situation so that I could—oh wait, that reminds me.”Sebastian reached into his backpack, pulled out a small bottle of grape juice, and set it in front of me.“As I was saying, I was hoping to wine and dine you for the sole purpose of seducing you right here in this library.”
I glanced at my empty salad bowl and considered stabbing him with the discarded fork.“Come on, be for real.”
“What can I say, it’s always been a fantasy of mine to do the deed surrounded by musty books.There’s something about the thrill of being caught that—”
“I want honesty, Sebastian,” I cut in before I could lose myself in those dirty thoughts of his.“You can’t expect me to believe your sudden interest in me has nothing to do with the bet.”
His brow quirked in a curious expression.“Messing withme is clearly your favorite game, but I’m a person, not a toy.I don’t appreciate being played.”
My words caused a shift in his demeanor that I hadn’t expected.The smirk he wore like a badge of honor vanished, replaced by a steely look behind his eyes.
“The last thing you want is honesty, Grace.No, you’d prefer to pretend that all of this is some elaborate attempt at revenge.That way, it’s easier to deny the needy ache you feel between your legs when you think about me late at night, or the flush in your face when I catch you looking at me from across the weight room.”
Sebastian's declaration left me utterly speechless.My first instinct was to deny—to push back and tell him that he was totally off base—but my tongue was glued to the roof of my mouth.I could hardly breathe, let alone speak.
With a knowing expression, Sebastian packed up his things, slipped his backpack over his shoulder, and came around the side of the table to stand directly beside me.I tilted my head back to meet his eyes.
“Oh, and about the other day,” he said, leaning down so that our faces were merely inches apart, “I’m happy to help you stretch out anytime.Just let me know.”
Sebastian had already disappeared into the maze of bookshelves before I could think of a parting remark.It took me nearly fifteen minutes to snap out of my stunned stupor, and for the rest of the afternoon, I sat with my legs squeezed together, failing miserably to ignore the burning heat in my core.
I was so totally screwed.
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Sambam
How’s celibacy treating you?
I lost the charger for my BOB, so not well.
You can’t refer to your vibrator as a battery-operated boyfriend if it’s electric.
Is EOB any better?
Why are we even talking about vibrators when youhave access to the real deal?And it’s gorgeous.
Just fuck him already!!!
It’s not that simple.
It really is.I can explain the mechanics if you’re that rusty.
I sent her a row of middle finger emojis.
Sambam
What’s the worst that can happen?
Not considering pregnancy ...
It will all blow up in my face, I just know it.
Don’t even think about making that joke, Sam.I swear, sometimes you think like a teenage boy.
