Page 107 of Dark Little Game

“Why do you want this image anyway?”

He gives me a purposeful stare.

And I can see a flicker of hunger in his eyes.

“Because I’m a virgin, and I’m sick of it. It needs to change.”

I click my tongue. “I thought you were the one who was so focused on honesty. You want to start a false rumor, though?”

“Because itisn’tfalse. I fucking know I’ll be good in bed.”

I can’t help but commend the guy for his certainty.

He sure seems like he believes in himself.

“How?”

He groans, looking up at the lanterns above us andshaking his head. “Because I’m the most sexually frustrated person in the universe. I’ve wanted to fuck since I knew what fucking was. I want to fuck girls. I want to fuck guys. But I can barely make conversation about the weather, let alone translate a conversation into sex.”

I bite back a smile.

Liquor does very interesting things to a shy guy, and Oliver is apparently no exception.

“You seem pretty good at talking right now, frosh.”

He sighs. “This is different. I’m drunk, I have a clear goal, and you’re the perfect person to help me with it.”

“Why’s that?”

“Because you’re not afraid of anything, as far as I can tell. You do whatever you want.”

“Thanks, Ollie.”

He’s looking over at the crowd at the fair now, and I can sense the years of built-up tension inside him.

“IknowI’ll be a good fuck,” he says softly. “I want to see the look in someone’s eyes when I make them feel good. When I give them exactly what they want. I want to worship someone, because nothing in the world gets me off like that does.”

From the way he’s talking, he probablywillbe good in bed.

“Whoever gets you will be lucky, freshman,” I tell him. “I mean it when I say that you can’t tell a soul about what you heard in my bedroom, though.”

“Scout’s fucking honor, Hunter,” he tells me. “Won’t tell a goddamn soul.”

I give him a little shove. “Now get out of here. I’ll write a damn secret about you. Don’t worry, your big virgin cock will be getting action in no time.”

The thankful look on his face is the dictionarydefinition ofadorkable, and I shake my head as I watch him make his way back out into the crowd.

Crimson College is cutthroat, and the secret societies can make it even more so.

Ollie has no idea what his next four years are going to bring, but I know one thing for sure. Hewillmake someone very, very satisfied one day.

Over in the crowd, Rayne, Wes, Noah, and Roman are now gathered around a stand where people can win Crimson College tank tops.

Rayne’s looking down at his phone, though.

I watch him for a while, as he bobs his head to the music. He keeps pulling out his phone anytime there’s a spare moment, and otherwise, he gets pulled along through the stalls by Weston and Noah.

When I slide my phone out a few minutes later, I realize why.