“Why didn’t you let me touch you last time?” I ask, suddenly needing some answers about our…whatever this thing is. “Why do you care that I didn’t?” he replies. I huff a sigh. “You got off.” “Yeah, I know. Thanks.” Beck smirks at me, but it slowly melts into a serious expression that has my heart slamming against my ribs. “We don’t have to keep score, Saylor,” he tells me. He swims away before I can respond. I always keep score. Because I hate losing. Because I like to know where I stand with people, and especially with guys. And because Adler Beck is the furthest thing from a sure bet.
