Blindsided (LSU, #1)

by Becca Steele

All it takes is a second and your whole life can get turned upside down. JODI PICOULT, SALEM FALLS

He didn’t need to know how I was too fucked up to hug him without having an internal crisis, and he definitely didn’t need to notice me staring at his mouth like some kind of weirdo.

I didn’t even dare to breathe. Then, he kissed me. And my entire world was turned upside down.

There was nothing to lose. Lifting my hand, I crooked a finger at Liam, tilting my head in a silent invitation. Time seemed to stand still. Then. He pushed away from the bar and stalked across the dance floor, straight towards me.

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.

Fuck. This boy was going to kill me.

“Liam. Were you jealous?” I swallowed hard. “Yes.” As soon as the word left my lips, I lunged for him, or maybe he lunged for me. All that mattered was getting his mouth on mine.

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.

“Some boys bring me flowers, but you had to go one better. Although, technically, you owed it to me anyway.” He returned my smile. “It’s the thought that counts. Did you want flowers?”

“Nah, I’m not really a flowers kind of guy. Give me weed any day.”

“Tell me you want this.” His voice was a low rasp, his breath hitting my lips. Did he realise how fucking weak I was for him? I’d just broken my one rule about never being alone with him, and I didn’t give a single fuck.

Logically, I knew that we needed to take a step back and work out what we both wanted, but the more I got to know him, the more I wanted to be around him. I couldn’t resist him. But I tried. We both did.

“I’m going to take you home and make you forget everyone else’s name but mine.”

Breathing heavily, I slumped back against the wall. You’re not straight. Fuck.

I’d always known I was straight. I hadn’t even considered another way. Until him. He’d shown up in my life and completely blindsided me, and everything had changed.

“You want me? How?” He gripped me tightly, his shaking fingers pressing into the sides of my neck. “I want…I want to be with you. Properly. I want you to be my boyfriend.” Uncertainty entered his eyes as they searched mine, and he bit down on his lip. “Is…is it too late?”

“Yours. And you’re mine.” I kissed him, hard, and he moaned into my mouth. Drawing back, he met my gaze through heavy-lidded eyes, dark with lust. “Fucking right I am.”

“You’re gonna fuck me now, and then later, I’m gonna fuck you.” Oh. Yes. I was 100 percent on board with that plan.

We were just two boys kissing each other, with no fears, nothing to hide. Just another couple who were so into each other that we couldn’t help but show it.