Page 21 of Safe (King’s Heart #1)

Landon

Grant somehow finds a way to shove his tongue farther into Trevor’s mouth. His hands roughly grab onto Trevor’s hips, readjusting him on his lap so their groins can be as close as possible.

I tear my eyes away, poking at my lunch with my fork, stabbing a piece of broccoli but unable to actually put it in my mouth.

“Is that because of you?” Declan asks snidely, his face twisted in discomfort.

“Huh? Me? Oh, no. I don’t know. No, not me.”

He raises his eyebrows. “That answer wasn’t very convincing.” He darts his eyes back to Grant and Trevor’s display in the middle of the cafeteria. “I mean, don’t get me wrong, Grant and Trevor definitely have fucked around a good amount, but not usually in such a… public setting.”

I shrug and push my food away at his comments, officially giving up on trying to eat.

Declan stands up, yelling across the cafeteria. “Hey! We get it! You’re horny!” He opens his arms and fans them to everyone around us. “We all are!”

“Oh, yeah. Especially you, Dick -lan,” one of the meaty football players retorts from Grant’s table, immediately getting the back of his head slapped by Javi.

“Oh, fuck off! You’re just mad because everyone knows you have a pencil dick!” Declan shouts back.

I grab onto his hand and pull him back into his chair next to me. “Dec, don’t worry about it. Grant can do what he wants. I don’t—I don’t care. I mean, who cares? Right? Yeah.”

He eyes me again. “You’re being shifty as fuck.”

I shake my head. “No.”

“Yes.”

“No. I’m not.” And then I let out this weird chuckle that sounds like a goat’s bleat.

He widens his eyes and gasps, grabbing onto my hand. “Oh my god. Something happened.”

I shake my head again. “No.” But he is lost in his own ramblings.

“Honestly, the moment you told me that he was your roommate, I knew it was going to happen. Although, I thought it would take a bit more time. You guys must’ve been absolutely dying to?—”

“Declan. Please.”

He slaps the table and gestures toward Grant. “That explains this.”

I look again, even though I shouldn’t.

Trevor is still in his lap, but now Grant has his hands firmly planted on his ass.

Something sour fills my stomach.

Declan stands up again. “Trevor, you’re better than this!”

I shove him back in his seat again. “Please stop.”

“You’re right. Now I’m just lying. I don’t know if Trevor is better than that.”

“Dec, just, shh. How much longer until lunch is over?”

He checks his phone. “Thirty minutes, plenty of time to tell me what the fuck happened.”

I sigh. “Okay, but you have to promise to keep it between us.”

He rolls his eyes. “Are we best friends, or what? Of course I won’t tell anyone.”

I smile. “We’re best friends?”

He narrows his eyes. “Shut the fuck up and tell me before I cut you.”

I let out a little chuckle and explain what happened after the game on Friday. I tell him the basics, not going into too much detail about everything. Like how I held his head down and said filthy shit to him.

He thins his lips after I’ve finished, looking around the cafeteria.

I groan. “Would you say something?”

He thinks for another moment, then speaks very carefully. “I mean… It’s just that—He’s so terrible… And you still gave him the business?”

I instantly slump over, burying my face in my hands against the table top. “Please don’t call it that.”

“Well, it’s the truth.”

I sit back up and run my hands down my face. “I don’t know what came over me. Or how it happened.”

He nods solemnly. “Dick will do that to you. Wait, are you having, like a crisis now?”

“A crisis?”

“Yeah. Like freaking out about what hooking up with a guy means. For your sexuality.”

“Oh. Honestly, not really. I seem to at least be sexually attracted to guys, and that’s fine. I’m not sure what label that is but”—I shrug—“I don’t think I have to figure that out right this second. I’m mostly freaking out that it was Grant who it happened with.”

He gestures to the makeout session across the cafeteria again. “Well, clearly, he’s freaking out too.”

“I guess. I got back last night and it doesn’t look like he’s been in the room all weekend. I think he ran away like I did.”

He blows out a breath. “What’s the plan then?”

I furrow my brow, thinking. “I’m not sure. If he ever comes back to our room, I’ll just say it was a freak occurrence and should never happen again—just forget it ever happened.”

He smiles to himself, grabbing his backpack as the rest of the cafeteria starts to get up from their tables. “Forget about it. Yeah. Always a solid plan,” he mutters sarcastically.

I groan again, because I know forgetting about it will never happen.