Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 71915 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71915 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Disgusting.
Sucks for you.
Tell me about it.
Do you ever wonder what would’ve happened had we not been interrupted? My fingers shook on the keys.
Something hot and noteworthy, obviously.
That’d gotten me going, but Bailey was snoring in his bed only a few feet away. Still, I reached down to fist my cock and got myself off quietly.
I could’ve scheduled another tattoo consultation to see him, but that would’ve been a waste of our time since I was still undecided. It didn’t help that Bailey kept trying to talk me out of it. Between that and wondering what my parents would think, I was still the super responsible guy I always was, which didn’t sit well with me.
I would’ve gone to that party alone, that I knew for certain. Or maybe tagged along with the senior swimmers for the sake of camaraderie just to hang out with Remy more.
I watched as Remy said goodbye to his friend and headed across campus in the opposite direction of his place. Maybe he had something to finish in the studio—one of those projects he’d mentioned.
“Later,” Jordan said when he spotted his roommate standing with a group of wrestlers in the quad. They got along fine, he’d said, but I thought his reason for seeking him out now had more to do with Steve standing in the mix too. They’d talked a lot at the party, but I didn’t think they’d hooked up. Yet.
I’d promised myself I would break out of my shell more, but when it came down to it, I was practically the same guy I’d been my whole life. Trying to remain invisible while helping everyone else. And suddenly, I didn’t like it anymore.
“Hey, I’ll meet you back at the room,” I said to Bailey, who threw me a strange look, but I ignored him. “Need to ask Jordan something about the teen center.”
He raised an eyebrow, and for a moment, I wondered if he thought something different was going on between us, especially because of the club and stuff. I’d let him wonder for now.
When I’d caught up to Jordan’s group, I glanced over my shoulder, noting that Bailey seemed long gone. I breathed out, hoping like hell he didn’t see me make a beeline for the art department instead.
“Remy,” I called out as he reached the door, and he stopped in his tracks.
When he turned, his eyes lit up, which only spurred me on.
“Hey, Alex, what’s up?”
“I’m, uh…are you heading to the art studio?”
“Uh-huh. There were a couple of open slots on the schedule, and I have stuff to work on.”
“Mind if I tag along? You can totally say no. I don’t want to disturb you.” I was suddenly seized by self-doubt. “Oh God, another dumb idea. I just…I don’t really know what I’m doing…”
His fingers curled around my wrist. “Okay, stop talking and get in here.” He yanked on my arm, but there was humor in his voice.
I walked in behind him, my pulse battering. I hoped I wasn’t overstepping.
He looked wary as he paused near the stairs leading to the second floor. “Fair warning, my new stuff is completely different from my random doodling in high school.”
“Doodling?” I rolled my eyes. “You mean your awesome art? I didn’t appreciate it as much when we were younger. I just thought you were stuck in your own head. You’d be pissed if we ever got too close or messed something up.”
He chuckled over his shoulder as I followed him up the steps. “Sort of how I never appreciated the practice and dedication that goes into swimming?”
“What do you mean?”
“Your schedule is unreal. I’d get annoyed in high school and wonder why Bailey wanted to do all that crap,” he replied as we got to the second floor. “I’ll admit I was jealous sometimes that my parents were all wrapped up in it.”
“I get the jealousy thing.” Not only because of Bailey’s relationship with his dad but my own with my parents, who were always off to one appointment or another for my sister. “Maybe we’re more alike than we ever thought.”
“Turns out, having aspirations is a good thing, even if you’re still unsure where they’ll lead you.” He smirked as he led me down the hall to the studio. “Guess all that time dunking you and playing chicken made you stronger. So really, I’m responsible for your swimming career.”
“Ooh, trying to take credit, huh?” I shoved him playfully. “You did kick my ass those first few years, but then everything changed the summer we ganged up on you and I got the upper hand. You didn’t even know what to do with me.”
“Got that right,” he said in this throaty tone that made my pulse tick up.
A flyer on the wall caught my attention, and I stopped to read it. “This is what I was telling you about,” I said, noting Bethany’s name from the teen center asking for art department volunteers.