Blaise’s POV
Is there anything cheesier than board games? I think not.
Cole’s mom came prepared on this trip, and now we’re seated around the dining table, playing Monopoly while it’s snowing outside.
I’m bored out of my mind, slouched in my chair, arm stretched out on the back of Mia’s chair. I twist a curl of her hair around my
finger while making no secret of watching Cole. He hasn’t looked at me once.
Fuck him.
He tries so hard to play the perfect boyfriend, but I see through him. Unlike me, who has perfected my social game to fit in, he can’t hide his disinterest in his girlfriend. Every time she leans into him, he shifts away, even if it’s only slight. When she plays with the curls at his nape, he stiffens. His smiles are forced and don’t reach his ears. But he tries. He tries so fucking hard to keep his eyes off me while giving her flirtatious looks, engaging in a far more intriguing game than the one spread out before us.
The only time Cole feels safe is when he’s hiding.
It’s what he’s good at–hiding behind masks, walls, and harsh words.
With that thought in mind, I discreetly unlock my phone beneath the table and send him a mirror selfie I took earlier of me naked
and wet from a recent shower.
Me: I fantasize about you chasing me again.
After placing the phone on my thigh, I reach for my Coke bottle, watching him closely while taking a swig. He must have his burner/ phone on him. I bet my girlfriend’s non–existent virginity on it. He’s too fucking curious about me to leave it with his things back in,
the room.
“It’s your turn,” Dad says, dragging me from my musings.
I pick up the dice and toss them on the board. Two threes. I move my wheelbarrow.
“Go straight to jail,” Mia sniggers, leaning into me and scratching her nails over my thigh beneath the table.
Curling my fingers around her wrist, I’m about to shove her off.
What the hell am I doing? I didn’t even think as I gripped her. It was instinct. I didn’t want her to touch me because of t across the table.
Fuck him and the effect he has on me.
shole
I loosen my grip, stroking my thumb over her wrist. My lips curve when Cole digs something out of his hoodie’s front pocket. His hair falls over his brow as he looks down.
Gotcha.
He stiffens, ignoring Allie’s excited squeal beside him when she throws two sixes. I hide my smile behind the rim of my Coke while he works his jaw before typing out a response.
The phone vibrates on my thigh.
Cole looks up at me, straightening in his seat and flicking his hair out of his eyes.
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Chapter 40
My dick likes that he looks annoyed. Maybe even angry. Whatever the emotion is behind the hardening of his eyes, I like it.
I’ve crawled beneath his skin, and I have every intention of burrowing deeper.
His hand trembles as he swipes up the dice, rolling them in his closed palm before tossing them back down. Two fives. He moves his piece past mine and picks up a card.
Dad drinks the last of his red wine, then refills it to the top. Cole follows the movement, watching him place it back down. He pays the bank and settles back with his arm stretched out on the back of Allie’s chair.
I finally have his eyes on me, and I pretend I don’t notice as 1 unlock my phone beneath the table.
Cole: You want to choke on cock that badly, huh?
I almost chuckle out loud. Now that I know it’s Cole behind the messages, I get one heck of a kick from riling him up.
Me: Not just any cock. Yours.
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