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I’ve never given the voices a name, because that would make them too real, when they already feel more solid than the world around me.
I created these identities as a coping mechanism when my brother died,
“It’s mostly for selfish reasons. I saw you bump into Gravlin.”
more importantly, I want to know if he smells as good as he looks.”
“So does he?”
“Yes,”
The moment my back was turned, someone poked my shoulder and smacked my ass.
“You scared her away.”
I look over my shoulder and see Gravlin and the guy I almost ran into today facing each other, but both are watching me. I almost stop to see if I can hear them speak again to see if maybe I was imagining how much they sounded like two of the voices I’ve always heard, but I’m too afraid,
“Twice in one day. And here I thought I was going to have to wait until Wednesday to see you again.” His eyes roam over my face, but it’s his voice that gets me—so familiar yet so foreign to me at the same time.
“I need to know your name,” he says almost urgently. “Waylynn Graff,”
“Have we met before?”
“Gravlin, we’ve got to go now,” the other guy yells. “Fuck. 734-344-2100. Can you remember that? I’ve got to go. Text me.”
He dashes forward and grabs my hand.
A jolt passes through me, and I experience something I’ve only ever heard people talk about—a true sense of peace and calmness.
It feels easier to breathe, but not like the blissful twenty seconds Oswald was holding my hand.
I know I’m always going to wonder if that was a one-time event or if it can be replicated, and if it can, then how much am I going to crave it?
Football has ruled his life for years, but he wanted to blow it off for her, and more importantly, why was I thinking about her before he even showed up here?
“I’m sorry, Mr. Gravlin, it was an accident.”
“Don’t call me that.”
I almost don’t want to believe her, but I don’t think she could lie to me if she wanted to.
“What’s my name and phone number?” “Oswald Gravlin, 734-344-2100,” she replies without missing a beat. “So you don’t have a memory issue, he just wasn’t worth remembering.” Oz smiles at her,
She’s shy and sweet as fuck. My dick twitches just like it did when she called me Mr. Gravlin. Oh hell.
“The hinges could use some oil though.”
“Calling me out on my doors?”
“Pick up some WD-40,” he says slowly as he types. ...
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Like he was waiting for us to knock, Oz opens the door and leans against the frame with a grin so wide, you’d think he just discovered pussy for the first time.
“We were going to watch a movie or something, and I thought you might like getting out of the house, but you can go if you’re going to be a dick,”
“You shouldn’t be inviting people to your house,” I tell Waylynn.
“O...
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Oswald, Gravlin, and their friend are not healthy for me to be around, no matter how much I wish that weren’t true.
Memphis must really not like this chick. I don’t think I’ve ever heard him talk to a woman the way he did her, which is too bad because she’s…stunning. That’s not a word I usually use to describe someone. Usually it’s hot, fuckable, cute, or hell, even beautiful, but not stunning.
“Stay away from her,” Memphis says in a tone I’ve never heard him talk to Oswald in. “Kiss my ass,” he retorts with no intention of listening.
Memphis and Oswald never fight—well, they never fight like that—and as much as it bothers me, seeing her face after I called her a cleat chaser is even worse.
“Apology accepted, Mr. Gravlin. You were right—I was being naïve.” I hate how she just addressed me even more formally than the first time she did it. Not only do I have a visceral reaction to it, like I want to put my hand around her throat and dare her to say it again while I run my tongue over her lips, but it also feels like she’s trying to put distance between us and remind me I’m her teacher, which I don’t like at all.
“My name is Memphis to you unless…unless we’re in class.” I manage not to say unless I’m inside you, which was what I really wanted to tell her.
“Didn’t you tell me I shouldn’t invite people over?”
touch my finger to her chin and lift it. “You shouldn’t invite anyone else over.” “Only you?”
“I can’t keep you all to myself, Oz would probably kill me,”
As soon as Memphis turns around, he looks at my dripping fingers and steps forward with the towel. I reach for the fabric, but he just wraps it over my hands and gently massages my fingers, drying them for me. It’s strangely intimate. Hell, even sharing the sink with them felt like a big deal.
“You’re welcome to hang out anytime,”
“Now you’ve done it,” Memphis says on a sigh. “He’s going to be here every day. You’ll never get him to leave.
“I don’t mind the company,”
“Well, Memphis, you know where ...
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“Yeah, well, she already told the meerkat next door I was her roommate, so I’ll be right here with you.”
“How come you act like you know her so well? You weren’t as comfortable at Uncle Steve’s as you are here, and we lived there for two years.”
“I don’t know. It’s like I know she needs me or something. Don’t ask me to explain it, because I can’t do a better job than that.”
“I’ll see you in class tomorrow.”
“Yes, Mr. Gravlin.”
“That was hot as fuck.” “Shut up,”
