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his head. “Quick break. What are you doing?”
    “Same shit. Different day. Trying to figure out parabolas.”
    Wyatt slouched a couple steps in my direction. “Uh—Blake stopped by—while I was at work.”
    Blake had become the absolutely last subject I wanted to discuss with Wyatt, but I said, “Yeah?”
    There was an edge of disappointment to Wyatt’s usual irritation, like he’d been super psyched about the new X-Men movie only to find out there wasn’t much guy-guy flirting in this one. “So he told me.”
    Told him what? That wasn’t much to go on. I tipped my head and waited.
    He snapped the rest of the words out. “He stopped by to tell me to plan on hitting the library after work. To stay out of the room. Because—”
    I could figure out the rest now, thanks. Blake was planning on getting laid. What guy would say no to the new superstar hero goalkeeper? I’d known it was going to happen, and I couldn’t say it wouldn’t bug me. I’d probably want to punch something after seeing him with some other guy. But it didn’t hurt like it would have just a week ago.
    Wyatt was still talking, and since it was the longest string of words I’d ever heard from him, I wanted to pay attention.
    “I know you said—yesterday—didn’t mean anything. It was just—” His voice dropped to a whisper “—sex.”
    “Wait. What?”
    Wyatt had made what my American short story professor described as an interesting inference without textual evidence.
    “Come in my room.” I grabbed his arm.
    His eyebrow—brows—went up and there was that familiar smirk.
    “Asshole.” I dragged him through the door, then shut it.
    “I have to get back to work.”
    “Give me a minute. When I said that, and my exact words were that it doesn’t have to mean anything, I was trying to give you an out. In case you were freaked or thought it was gross.”
    “Yeah, ’cause gross shit always makes my dick hard.” He echoed my words, so at least he paid attention sometimes, but he’d missed a big chunk.
    “What I said before that—” So good. God. I want to do that again. Wanna suck you. “—about wanting to do it again, it wasn’t only from a happy-dick high.”
    He tucked the bangs behind an ear. “When did you say that?”
    “Um—after I came—and you came.” Oh hell. “It was right before ‘wanna suck you.’” It sounded ridiculous with us standing here like this.
    He swallowed, and I stepped closer. He smelled like a locker room, steam, sweat and disinfectant, but I’d dated a jock for two years and that was fine with me. I watched his face as I reached for him. He met my gaze until we were kissing. Then it was hard, against the wall by my desk, lips and tongue, mouths and breaths. Hungry .
    Damn right, I wanted. And he wanted too. He kissed back like this was mouth-to-mouth and he was dying. And it made my dick hard so fast it ached.
    He pushed me back like he had the last time. I was learning to read the very slight expressions on his face. This was a question he was afraid to ask.
    I shook my head. “Whoever Blake’s bringing to the room tonight, it’s not me.” Though I was stupidly pleased Wyatt had made his cranky way over here to ask me about it.
    He tipped his head toward me, but then leaned back against the wall with a sigh. “I have to get back to work.”
    “Can you say you got sick?” I suggested. “Food poisoning from that disgusting vegetable soup.” I pointed to his apron.
    “Can’t. Need the cash.”
    “Later?” My dick and I put a lot of hope into that word.
    He shook his head. “And I’m working again tomorrow,” he added before I got any more desperate. “Look. After yesterday, I know I’m...”
    I waited for him to get it out. Get himself out.
    “...gay.” He straightened up. “I’m not trying to blow you off.”
    It was my turn to raise my eyebrows and smirk.
    He didn’t play along. “But there’s some shit about me you need to know.”
    “You also work as a