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The need to be held, to be weak for just a few minutes, seeps onto my sheets, but there’s no one here to tell me it’s okay.
It’s so clear that he had to grow up before he was ready. He has wounds from his childhood that are still open and festering. I hate it for him.
“Shhh, we don’t use those types of words.” Brendon throws a cherry tomato at me. “What words?” Nick smirks. “Finals, tests, midterms, lima beans, burpees, Brussels sprouts, surprise anal.” Brendon ticks them off on his fingers.
Nick says study but I’m pretty sure he means jack off. I force myself not to watch him leave but his hand appears on my throat and before I can think, his lips are on mine. Oh fuck.
“You were a bit dick-stracted, it’s understandable.”
“I cannot face that woman after you ate her dessert off my dick!”