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"Please don't tell him any details," I groan. "I'm never explaining to him what a pillow princess is. I'd tell him to Google it, but that can only end badly."
Tyler's hand strokes up and down my spine. "Oh. Gavin should never be encouraged to search for anything sexual online. The last time he didn't know something, he somehow ended up looking at the size differences of different monkey penises, and then he showed us at the breakfast table."
His shudder is hilarious, but I stop laughing when he leans in and licks my ear, whispering with a mischievous tone, "Speaking of pillow princesses. I think there's a lot more you could teach me."
Kissing along his collarbone. "We've got time," I say, surprised by how much I mean it. "We've got all the time in the world."
Chapter 11
My Frat Brothers are Dicks
TYLER
Stumbling into the kitchen, I'm still half-asleep but unable to stop the smile tugging at my lips. I can't stop thinking about what happened with Ethan last night.
"Well, well, well." Gavin's booming voice makes me jump. "Someone looks like they had a good night."
Grabbing a mug, I keep my back to him to hide my reddening face. "Shut up."
"That's not a denial," James mutters from behind his laptop at the counter. His fingers never stop typing, but I catch the flicker of interest in his eyes.
"Don't you two have anything better to do?" I ask, pouring coffee.
Gavin tosses an apple in the air, catches it easily, and yells over his shoulder as he leaves. "Than watching our VP finally get some action? Absolutely not."
James rolls his eyes, but he stops typing to listen.
My ass drops heavily into the chair next to him. "Please tell me the car wash promo is ready to go."
"It was ready three days ago," He doesn't even look up. "I'm dealing with something else."
"Another security breach?"
His fingers pause. "Someone's been trying to access our donation portal. Amateur stuff, but still."
"That's like, super illegal, right?"
That earns me an actual look. "Yes, Tyler, hacking is super illegal." There's a hint of amusement behind his usual grumpiness.
"Can I see what you've done for the car wash?"
He turns his laptop toward me. The design is clean and professional, nothing like the cheesy flyers we used to post around campus.
"Wow, this is... really good."
"Try not to sound so surprised," he mutters, but I catch the small smile he's trying to hide.
A notification pings on his phone. His whole expression changes when he glances at it, softening in a way I've never seen.
"Girlfriend?" Slips out before I can stop myself. Then I realize what I just assumed. "Or... boyfriend?"
He looks at me with that calculating gaze of his, then a small smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. "Yes," he says simply, with a hint of a smirk.
The answer surprises me. I've never heard James talk about dating anyone, so it's not the relationship itself that's shocking. What surprises me is that he actually admitted it at all.
James Hunter sharing personal information is rarer than a solar eclipse. And I appreciate that he didn't feel the need to specify. It doesn't matter.
"Cool," I say, figuring pushing for more would break whatever's happening here. Then I add, "I'm bringing Ethan to the car wash."
