Page 24 of Twisted Little Game
“Tell me anytime you are panicking,” I tell him. “Don’t suffer through it without help.”
“Guess that’s another thing my guardian fucking angel demands?”
“Yes. It is.”
He bites his lower lip, then finally nods in agreement. I can tell he’s slightly more at ease, more regulated, and back to his usual self. I’m sure he’ll be back to pissing me off again in about ten seconds flat.
“So. You’re reporting every move I make to Luke, I assume?” he murmurs.
“No. He just wants to know you’re safe.”
“How much did he tell you about me?”
“Just that you’re his brother, and you’ve received death threats. And that you get into trouble, trusting people, and falling for people too easily.”
“Well, that’s fucking embarrassing.”
“Is it true?”
His eyes burn into mine. “Yes.”
“Why?”
He shrugs one shoulder. “Because I like having someone's company, I guess. And… now you officially know way too much about me.”
“Then we can stop being strangers,” I tell him, holding out my hand. “Pleasure to meet you.”
He shakes my hand, and his fingers feel so smooth in mine.
“Hi, I’m Tate, and I have no clue what I’m doing with my life anymore now that I’ll never go pro. You?”
“I’m Roman. I’m a physiology major, and I help plan events in Onyx Society.”
“Physiology? You study the human body. That explains the co-regulation and nervous system shit.”
“Yes. And… falling for people isn’t a flaw, Tate. I am a slut who falls for trouble, too, so I don’t think you should be ashamed of that.”
His eyes glimmer. “You sound like you’re introducing yourself on some sort of reality show.”
I puff out a small laugh and the corner of his mouth comes up in a tiny smile, and he looks like he thinks he passed some test, getting me to laugh.
“Blind Love?” I ask.
He lifts his eyebrows. “Are you talking about Love is Blind?”
“Whatever. I don’t watch it.”
“Neither do I.”
I’ve already shared more with Tate than I would with just about any new person. I realize that even though I had thought of myself in that way for years and years—as a proud slut who fucked beautiful, smart, strong women—it really hasn’t been true in the past year.
I’ve slowed down.
The raw thrill that I used to get when a woman first saw my cock, and when she first felt my size inside her… I haven’t chased that high in a long time.
Until the first night I pinned Tate to that wall, and my cock went crazy for some fucking reason.
Tate’s eyes study my arms with more open curiosity now.
