Page 119 of Dark Little Game

“Well, I’m coming with you.”

Rayne lets out a long sigh, and I see the slightest hint of a smile on his face, even after a horrible evening.

“You’re coming with me to take a piss?” he says softly. “Very kind of you, Hunter, but I think I’ll be okay.”

“Don’t care. I’ll hold your dick and aim for you. Just…fuck,don’t leave me alone right now, Rayne,please?”

At first I was trying to make a joke of it, then it all broke down into something too real.

Don’t leave me alone?

That isn’t something I’ve ever heard come out of my own mouth.

I thrive when I’m alone.

I don’t beg people to stay with me.

Rayne’s expression softens, and I feel more vulnerable now than I ever do when I’m naked.

What the fuck am I saying to him?

And why is he still smiling at me rather than running away, far and fast, like he should do?

“Attached to me much?” he says, and the way his dimples come out makes my heart do something weird.

He’s joking, even after an evening like this.

Rayne is so capable of being kind, happy, and sweet,even when he’s faced with a semester that would freak most people out.

And even when he’s around me.

Just act fucking normal, Knox.

I shrug a shoulder. “You still need my protection, even if Wes and I are being targeted, now, too. If I get to have fun holding your cock while you piss, that’s just a side benefit.”

He lets out a breath, shaking his head a little as he looks me up and down. “Why do I love how crazy you are? AmIcrazy?”

“Because for some reason you’re just as fucked in the head as me, you just don’t show it. Go ahead, king. Promise I’ll hold it another time.”

He puffs out a little laugh and swings open the bathroom door. “Can’t wait.”

Just as he’s about to walk in, I reach out and grab his hand.

“What’s up?” he asks. He stops and turns around, looking back at me.

And that sweet look on his face completely fucking breaks me.

“You are… you’re perfect,” I say. “Never doubt that about yourself, okay?”

I say it before I can stuff the words back in.

Knowing it’s not something I should say.

Knowing I mean it more than I should.

But all I can picture is the intensely personal secret he wrote for the Confessional.

He keeps my hand in his and tugs me a little closer in the hallway. There’s only an inch between us, and even though we’ve already fucked before, right now it feels like I’m in front of him for the first time.