Page 74 of Deking
Kicking off my shoes, I get onto his bed and lean against his headboard and start doom scrolling through social media. When I come across a video of me with Cora at a game, I shake my head. When it’s Wyatt and me, I almost forget that to the other people on campus he is a celebrity. I still haven’t quite gotten used to seeing my face in random posts and videos. Scrolling by the video, I continue my pastime.
I don’t know how long I’ve been scrolling when I hear the shower click off. A few minutes later, he steps out of the bathroom. Steam billows around him as he stands in the doorway with a towel low on his hips.
Jesus Christ.
No one should be this hot.
Wyatt clears his throat. “Sorry, I forgot to grab clothes before I got in.”
“It’s okay,” I rasp.
When he turns his back to me, I watch a bead of water roll down his spine, and for some really weird fucking reason, I get the urge to lick it. When he turns around, I try to clear my face of my lustful thoughts, but it must not work by the way he smiles and shakes his head.
I watch as he walks across his room to his dresser. He pulls out some clothes before heading into his closet.
“Be right back,” he says when he pops out a minute later.
“Take your time,” I tell him as he slips back into the bathroom.
Sliding down on his bed, I throw my arm over my face.
I’m going to hell. I just stared at the poor guy like he was a steak from a five-star restaurant.
I have seen him like this before, but it was different then. I was still trying to deny my feelings. I’m coming to terms with them now, and let me tell you, I want Wyatt Scott.
The little taste of masturbating together hasn’t helped either. I still dream about the way his cock looked in his hand, his eyes focused on me like I was his saving grace.
Things with Wyatt and me are building up to the point that I don’t know what will happen once it becomes too much.
I want to have sex with him.
I rub my legs together as I remember what I did the last time I was in this bed like this. I almost want to initiate it again and more.
Wyatt walks out of the bathroom and raises a brow. “You good?”
“Great,” I lie.
“Come on, let’s go downstairs and grab something to eat while we decide what we want to do for the day.”
“Lead the way.”
When I asked Lyla to hang out with me, I didn’t expect it to turn into a group date, which it did as soon as we left my room. We found my roommates downstairs, arguing over what they should do for the day. When Lyla perked up when she heard about laser tag though, I knew we had to come.
It was reinforced when she admitted to me that her dad used to take her to play all the time. It was often a location for their daddy-daughter dates. Sometimes Will would come along, but it felt more like something for just her and her dad.
I hate that he can’t do things like this anymore, but I love that I can bring this bit of nostalgia to her.
Lyla laughs as she ducks behind the pillar I’m stationed behind, pulling me out of my thoughts.
“I forgot how fun this was. Thank you for bringing me,” she says breathlessly.
“You’re welcome.”
“Come out here, you dickheads!” some kid yells.
When we arrived we were told we would have to wait our turn. The people working thought we would want to play against each other. Then some sixteen-year-old kids who are skipping school demanded to team up against us. They thought they would wipe the floor with us, but we’ve proved them wrong.
“Think they regret challenging us?” Lyla murmurs.
