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If, of course, safe equaled unaware.

Blinking rapidly, I turned toward the school provided clock. It was a little after two in the morning.

I groaned, rubbing a hand down my face. I knew that sleep would continue to elude me no matter how hard I tried. It was a problem, I would admit, but one that was easily fixable.

With a heavy sigh, I stealthily opened my bedroom door. The hallway was empty, as was to be expected this early in the morning.

After one more quick glance in both directions, I hurried toward where I knew Beau’s room to be.

I didn’t bother knocking. To be completely honest, he probably expected me. I hadn’t been able to go longer than two nights without him.

Fumbling in the dark for his bed, I was unsurprised to feel his body pressed against the wall, leaving me space beside him. Quietly, as to not disturb him or his roommate, I slipped beneath the covers. His strong, muscular arm immediately curved around my waist, holding me to him. A scent that was uniquely Beau’s assaulted me. Pomegranates, the smell of his favorite body wash.

Feeling safe and secure for the first time since I had arrived at this school, I allowed sleep to pull me under.

* * *

I woke up confused.

It wasn’t so much the body beside mine that had my heart pitter-pattering in bemusement, but the room itself. Bright light immediately speared my vision, and I blinked rapidly, attempting to adjust my eyes. The bed beneath my body was uncomfortable, and the blankets were unnaturally scratchy. It most definitely wasn’t my canopy bed with satin red blankets and black throw pillows.

Beau snored softly beside me, breath caressing my face. With him still fast asleep, I could survey him without interruption. He had a sort of unattainable beauty that most models would die for. His golden hair and pale skin made him the epitome of the boy-next-door. His unnaturally long lashes were feathered against his prominent cheekbones. He looked softer as he slept, innocent almost, as if he didn’t have the weight of the world on his shoulders.

I had to remind my heart to calm the fuck down.

Yawning, I twisted in my bed, determined to get a few more hours of sleep before breakfast, when I met a familiar pair of burning eyes.

I gasped, muscles tensing like a thousand currents of electricity coursed through my veins.

Tanner was shirtless, lying on the bed opposite Beau’s with his blanket curled around his waist and feet. From my angle, I could see extensive tattoos spanning the length of his sculpted, golden chest. I spotted what appeared to be a blood-red dragon and a bow and arrow set. A few phrases in unreadable script ran down his side.

His lips curved upward into a smirk when he caught me staring.

Without breaking eye contact, he threw off his blanket and sat up in bed.

Giving me an unobscured view of his erect cock. Yup. Tanner apparently slept in the nude.

I gasped, turning to face the ceiling. Still, his…thing haunted me. I had seen a lot of cocks in all my years, and his was definitely one of the best. Not thick, necessarily, but long.

Unbidden, my eyes flickered back toward the man in question. He was standing, lazily stretching his taut muscles, but his gaze remained fixed on me, gauging my reaction. The asshole knew I was going to look again.

But how could I look away?

It was just…pointing at me. This fucking erect cock with pre-cum on the tip.

Heat pooled low in my stomach, and I rubbed my thighs together to alleviate the ache.

I closed my eyes, briefly, but I could still see Tanner. His cocky smile. His glorious golden brown hair. And…his chicken leg. He didn’t deserve to have me think of it as a cock. Nope. That was reserved for guys who didn’t piss me off.

Hating myself, I reluctantly reopened my eyes.

Tanner was standing in front of his closet, profile to me, and was absently perusing his clothing options. And totally not absently, he was stroking his cock, from tip to balls.

Shit. Shit. Double dildo on a club sandwich.

There was a smile on his face and a wicked gleam in his eyes. It was the only indication that he was aware I was watching him. Watching him…and getting turned on. There was something erotic about watching him stroke himself with both me and Beau in the room.

Two can play at that game.