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He was taller than me but not by much, with a fairly lean build. Although his body was hidden under his hoodie, I’d bet anything, based on the way his jeans clung to his muscled thighs, that he’d be ripped. His mid-brown hair was shot through with naturally sun-kissed highlights—the kind that appeared after a long, hot summer spent outside. It was kind of longish and messy on the top of his head but short around the sides, with a line shaved into the right side. But it was his face that stopped me in my tracks—fucking gorgeous with aqua-blue eyes tipped with long chestnut lashes, a strong
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“Don’t you want to exchange names?” “No need.” He brandished his phone at me, baring his teeth. “I have you listed under ‘Car Park Wanker.’” “How sweet. We already have nicknames for each other.” I gave him a fake smile before withdrawing my head from his car. “Wait, what’s your nickname for me?” he called out. I ignored his question just to annoy him even more. “See you around.”
“You’re bi?” Preston stared at him. “Uh, yeah. The year after you left school, when I became captain… You know our old rivals, Highnam Academy? We started some shit with them, and their team captain didn’t take it too well. One thing led to another, and now…he’s my boyfriend.”
I caught Travis’ eye as I glanced at the girl’s friend, and he shook his head at me with a smirk. He seemed to find the way Ander and I hooked up with different girls every time amusing, for some reason. Just because he was loved-up with his girlfriend and none of the girls I pulled held my interest, didn’t mean that anything was missing. He kept telling us that when we found “the one” we’d feel differently, but one: I couldn’t imagine that happening, and two: I wasn’t interested in it happening. My uni days were about having a good time, getting my degree, and playing football—not
As I reached Liam’s door, I had to jump backwards to avoid walking into a girl who’d just emerged from his room. “Sorry,” I automatically apologised, waiting for her to go ahead of me. It looked like Liam had managed to get lucky last night, then. My stomach twisted—an irrational, unwanted reaction. Very unwanted. The girl looked me up and down with an appreciative smile. Licking her lips, she stepped closer. “Nothing to apologise for. Especially not when you look like that.”
Liam’s voice stopped me in my tracks. Even his morning voice sounded sexy, a low rasp that went straight to my dick, increasing my current problem. “Really? You’re hitting on her?” Without turning around, I threw over my shoulder, “I’m only into dick, so, no.” Then I legged it downstairs before I got into another war of words with my housemate.
Who the fuck would try hitting on a housemate’s one-night stand the very next morning? Maybe some guys would, but I would never stoop that low. Fuck him for daring to suggest it.
I didn’t know what had possessed me, but I’d moved away from the guy and palmed my cock through my jeans as Liam watched me, completely unmoving. I couldn’t make out his expression, but he looked so fucking hot right then. I’d never had that kind of reaction to someone before.
I realised that both Liam and I had moved closer together, and every time he moved his arm, the fabric of his hoodie brushed against my bare arm. Fuck my body for broadcasting how he was affecting me. Goosebumps, arm hairs standing on end, even a hitch in my breathing that was completely involuntary. In short, it was pure torture.
How had I gone from simply thinking Liam was hot to being this affected by him? Fuck my life.
“Noah,” he said again, closing the distance between us. “Noah.” Fuck, just the way he was so close, breathing my name, had my dick so hard that I had to shove my palm down, attempting to make it less obvious.
“Fuck,” he whispered, his breath hitting my lips, and then he planted his hands on the wall on either side of my face. I didn’t even dare to breathe. Then, he kissed me. And my entire world was turned upside down.
Nineteen, almost twenty years I’d lived on this earth, and I’d never once been interested in guys. Any guys. Ever. Yeah, I could appreciate someone’s looks without it meaning anything more, as I was sure most blokes could.
If I could think straight, I probably would’ve said something like, What the fuck am I doing? But all I could focus on was the fact that Elliot had his hands all over Noah, and no. Fuck. That. Mine. Mine. Mine. The word resonated through me like a drumbeat, impossible to ignore.
I’d never been kissed like that in my life. This inconvenient crush was in danger of turning into a full-blown obsession. I couldn’t let it. Falling for a straight boy had heartbreak written all over it.
“But if we’re confessing being into someone we really shouldn’t be into, I’ll admit to having a long-time obsession with my very gorgeous, very, very straight best friend. The best friend I now live with and have to see parade around in just his underwear and bringing home girl after girl right in front of me.” “Wait!” I shot upright as it hit me. “You’re in love with Ander?” “Fucking hopeless, aren’t I? I do my best to forget about it.
A sudden weird urge came over me, and I followed it through without even thinking about it. Stepping up right behind him, I planted one arm on the counter and wrapped the other around his waist. Then before he had a chance to react, I angled my head forwards and clamped my teeth down on the top of his shoulder.
The problem was I didn’t want to do the right thing. I couldn’t admit it out loud, but I wanted Noah for myself.
Liam used the moment to turn his head the tiniest bit. His breath caressed my skin as his soft rasp sounded in my ear, too low for anyone else to hear. “After this, you’re mine.”
The movie that was supposedly two hours and eleven minutes long lasted approximately seventeen hours.
There was no turning back this time. I knew I’d confused Noah with the way I’d been acting around him—but I didn’t know if he realised just how confused I’d been myself. But after our conversation in the library earlier, cemented by our mutual decision to be here together, right now, I was all in. All I wanted was to lose myself in him, to make him forget anyone’s name but mine.
This was the first time in my life that I’d ever voluntarily attended a football match, and I still wasn’t sure exactly what I was doing here, but it had seemed like a good idea at the time.
Watching football had never interested me, but I’d never seen Liam play before. It wasn’t even just him—watching Preston, Travis, Ander, Levi, and Damon all playing, people that I knew and lived with or lived next door to, was a new experience, and to my complete shock, I found myself invested in the match. I wanted them to do well. I wanted them to win.
