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I can’t lie to myself any longer.

My eyes burn with tears and my stomach aches.

I feel something for Dante. Even if it’s just arousal, it’s more than I’ve ever felt before.

More than I’ve felt with Lena.

I can’t lie anymore, but I also can’t face it head-on right now.

I do the only other thing I can.

I crawl into bed and strip my jeans off, lying on my side. My dick is still hard and throbbing. I can feel precum dripping at the end as I shove my hand into my boxers.

My cock is so sensitive that just the light touch of my fingers makes me gasp.

I don’t want my own hand, though. I want something else.

Someoneelse.

Quickly, I grab one of my pillows and shove it underneath my stomach and groin, folding it over partially for more resistance.

Without thinking, I grind against the pillow, using my hands to push it harder against myself.

The friction against my hard, wet dick sends shivers of pleasure throughout my entire body.

“Ah, fuck.” I gasp and arch my back while pressing my forehead against the mattress.

It feels like it only takes mere seconds for everything to become hot and humid in the room around me. I can smell my own musky scent, and it turns me on more when I imagine that it’s Dante’s.

I bite down on my lip, imagining that it’s him—his mouth, his teeth, biting into my sensitive lip and grinding against me.

“Oh fuck, please…please!” I moan into the mattress.

I hump my pillow harder and faster, becoming so needy that I can’t focus on anything but rubbing and grinding. My face smooshes against the bed, sending a thrill I’ve never felt before through me.

My balls squeeze and I come before I can even process it, dripping hot, sticky fluid all over the inside of my boxers.

My hips and legs shake, and I rock my hips against the pillow a few more times, feeling my sensitive cock twitch underneath me.

“D-Dante…” I whimper into the mattress.

My body finally relaxes, and I lie there silently with my eyes closed, catching my breath.

“I’m so fucked.”

After two days of anxiety and avoiding Lena, Nathan, and all of my other friends, I’m faced with the reality of what I need to do.

I can’t think about what happened with Dante. Every time I let my mind wander to what happened in the parking lot and what I did afterward, my mind dissolves into absolutely useless goo.

All I can do is focus on my homework, lectures, and what I’m going to say to Lena.

Usually, my plan would be to talk to Nathan first, but I feel like if I do, I might lose my nerve. I feel like shit for not telling him about everything that’s happened…and I feel even worse for not telling Lena.

I don’t think Lena is going to talk to me again after this.

But with everything that’s happened, I can’t avoid it any longer.

I text her asking to meet at her dorm because I don’t want her to have to come to me, but Lena asks to come to my apartment instead because her roommate is there.