Page 49 of Bro Doll
“He’d just start doing keg stands.”
“Then I’ll get Grant.”
“Youwouldn’t.”
“Try me.”
I let him pull me halfway up before my legs just saynope. I drop back down. His hand slides off my arm.
“Why are you even here?” I ask when my brain finally loads another 1%.
“You texted Finn, and Finn texted me,” he explains, sounding super pressed when we are chilling like this. “It’s 4 AM, you know? I was knocked out.”
Holy fuck, it was 2 AM just now!
I check him out. He’s wearing gray sweatpants, a hoodie, and a jacket. Which means—well, it could mean anything because he always dresses like this. But he came to get me. He got out of his bed to come get me. That sends a really warm, nice wave through my chest.
I really like Kit. I really, really, really like him.
And then my fried-ass brain immediately connects that to the obsessive loop I’ve been stuck in all night.
Click.
There it is.
“Do the thing.”
He frowns. “What thing?”
“You know what thing.”
“I really don’t,” he says, in a tone that means he absolutelydoes.
“The doll thing.” I reach out and get my fingers around his wrist. My grip is trash right now, clumsy and loose, but I tug him a little closer because he needs to be close for this to make sense. “Please. I want to fuck the doll so bad.”
It comes out way too desperate. I hear it leave my mouth and think:Yeah. Accurate.
“No. Are you crazy?”
“Kit—”
“No, dude. Look at where we are.” He glances over his shoulder at the bodies on the floor, the couple, the comatose girl on the beanbag. “There are like fifteen people in here.”
“None of them are awake.”
“Some of them are.”
“The ones that are awake are too baked to care,” I say, which is a verified fact. “Come on. Please. I’ve been—I was literally just thinking about you when you walked in. That’s why I’m—” I gesture vaguely at my lap.
He doesn’t look. He’s actively avoiding looking at the tent I pitched.
“Miles, bro, I swear—”
“Kit. You drove all the way out here,” I say. “I appreciate that. You’re a good—you’re my good doll. Best doll.”
“Don’t,” he says.
“It’s true, though.” I hold up a finger. “The absolute best doll.”
