Page 34 of Sugar Rush
“I said, what kind of texts?” I repeated.
He sighed a little before grimacing a bit. “Like… Flirty, kind of.”
“Flirty?”
“Yeah.” His gaze shifted back over to me as he nodded.
My eyes darted down to his phone, which he’d left sitting on the table. He glanced down at it too, and seemed to realize just a half second too late what I was about to do.
“Hey!” He whined, when I snatched it away just as he was reaching for it. “Don’t take my phone, you psycho.”
Ignoring him, I tried to open it to his texts, but the lock screen needed a 4-digit pin.
“What’s your password?”
“I don’t want to tell you.”
“Jordy, I swear to god I will flip this fucking table over.”
He groaned a little, and I was surprised to see a light blush rise to his cheeks, like he was embarrassed. He wasn’t easily embarrassed either. I was starting to feel like he had absolutely no shame. Except when it came to phone passcodes, apparently.
“It’s 0104,” he finally relented.
“My birthday?” I realized, surprised. January 4th.
“So?” He answered, pouting. “I set up this password like a billion years and it was just an easy number for me to remember.”
“Are you seriously that embarrassed?” I asked, surprised. For someone that had just recently had my fingers inside him and very matter-of-factly informed me I could fuck him if I wanted, it was ridiculously cute to see him get affected by something so small and silly.
“I guess,” he admitted.
“Don’t be,” I advised him. “It’s cute.”
“Great,” he answered flatly. “I love being cute. Now hurry up and finish invading my privacy like a jealous boyfriend.”
He was cranky, pouting because he hadn’t gotten his way. Part of me wanted to let him wallow in it, since he was always getting his way with me, whether I liked it or not. It was rare for me to have any sort of victory over him, no matter how small. But as much as I enjoyed the moment, I couldn’t let him suffer when I could so easily put him out of his misery.
Sighing, I dug my phone out from my back pocket, laying it on the table and pushing it toward him. He glanced down at it, then back up at me.
“Open it,” I ordered. He reached out and pushed the button to light up the screen, where I also had a pin-protected lock screen. He stared at me blankly, until I tilted my head, raising an eyebrow. “You’re smart, Jordy. Figure it out.”
I watched as he carefully entered the numbers 1013. His birthday, October 13th. It worked, and opened into my home screen.
“Seriously?” He asked, all the bratty attitude instantly dissolving from his voice. He was gazing up at me with so much adoration that I felt my cock twitch and start to harden. Maybe it hadn’t been a good idea for me to tell him. I was supposed to be discouraging him from looking at me like that. Even if discouraging it was the absolute last thing in the world I wanted to do.
Clearing my throat, I shrugged. “Like you said, it’s an easy number for me to remember.” Now I understood why he’d felt so embarrassed.
He picked up my phone, hugging it to his chest and giving me huge, googly eyes that sparkled like a cartoon. “Oh my god, Kieran, that’s so cute.”
“So when you did it, it was no big deal, but when I do it, it’sso cute.”
“Well, I already knew how much I liked you. It’s just really nice knowing you like me, too.”
“I never said that I do,” I denied, feeling a little twist of panic in my stomach at the absolute confidence in his tone. I just kept digging myself deeper and deeper into a hole that I could never get out. No matter what I did now, he’d never buy that I wasn’t into him.
“Right,” he responded, his voice ripe with smug superiority. “You never said that.”
Heaving a sigh, I rolled my eyes to the ceiling. “Anyway,” I said, finally punching my own birth date into his lock screen so I could go through his texts. He didn’t seem interested in going through my phone, but why would he? He’d already snooped through my laptop to spy on what I was jerking off to. I was surprised he hadn’t already teased me about the fact that I gravitated toward porn with omegas that looked like him. But maybe he thought that was too cruel to comment on.
