Page 70 of Trick or Treat Nurse at My Feet
"The basics," I shrug. "Consent, protection, common misconceptions. It'll be inclusive, too, not just focused on heterosexual sex."
"Good," Drew nods. "We've got brothers who identify across the spectrum. We want everyone to have the information they need."
I'm really impressed by how straightforward he is about it. Looking around the room, I don't see any weird reactions from Tyler's frat brothers; they all seem cool with everything. I love how different being with Tyler is.
"What?" Tyler asks softly, noticing my expression.
"Nothing," A smile spreads across my face. "Just... this is nice."
He understands what I'm not saying because he squeezes my hand under the table, a quiet acknowledgment.
"Okay, who's up for Mario Kart?" Tahir calls, already setting up the Switch. "Winner gets to choose the movie tonight."
"You're on," Tyler says, grabbing a controller.
Settling back on the couch with my soda, watching Tyler absolutely destroy Ian at Mario Kart while talking complete shit. God, he's competitive about everything.
His arm keeps finding its way around my shoulders between races, like it's the most natural thing in the world, and honestly? Maybe it is.
This whole thing is so weird. A month ago, I was sneaking around with Ryan, and now I'm here with Tyler's entire fraternity acting like we're... I don't know, normal? Like this is just how things are supposed to be?
It's probably too good to last, right? Things like this don't actually happen to people like me.
But Tyler's thumb is tracing little circles on my shoulder, and Gavin just passed me the last slice of good pizza without even thinking about it, and maybe... maybe I can stop waiting for the other shoe to drop, at least for tonight.
Chapter 18
The Bottom Line
TYLER
Later that night, we're tangled together again in my room, our kisses growing more heated. I pull back slightly. I'm trying to look confident, but my stomach's doing somersaults.
"I've been thinking about what we talked about this morning," my voice is steadier than I feel. "About trying something new."
Ethan's eyes widen slightly, his pulse visibly quickening at my throat. "You want to?"
Nodding feels mechanical, the apprehension that's been building all day suddenly stuck in my throat. "I trust you."
Something shifts in Ethan's expression, a softness that makes my chest tight. He kisses me gently, his thumb stroking my cheek.
"We'll go slow," he promises. "And we'll stop if anything doesn't feel good."
"I know," my lips are smiling against his, meaning it completely. "That's why I want this with you."
What happens next is Ethan taking his time, treating meso gently that it embarrasses me a little. He's so meticulous, so careful as he preps me. I'm trying to relax into it, to focus on the connection rather than the strange, unfamiliar sensations.
But the truth is, it doesn't feel like I expected. Not painful exactly, just... odd. Invasive in a way that doesn't translate to pleasure for me. I keep waiting for it to feel good, for that moment of revelation, but it doesn't come.Why doesn't this feel good?
Instead of my usual stream of unstoppable babbling during sex, I'm entirely in my head, hyper-focused on trying to enjoy this for Ethan's sake.
My teeth find my bottom lip as I try to relax muscles that seem determined to resist.
Ethan stops. "You're not enjoying this, are you?"
Relief washes through me, and my breath whooshes out. "Is it that obvious?"
"You stopped talking," he says, easing out of me carefully. "You're always talking in bed. It's one of my favourite things about you."
