Page 62 of The Risk Taker

Emily jolts beside me. “Are you okay?”

I cough again, nodding too fast. “Yeah. Fine.” My voice comes out rough. “Just—uh—water went down the wrong pipe.”

She blinks. “But… you’re not drinking anything.”

“Air,” I say, clearing my throat, keeping my eyes glued to my notebook. “Meant air.”

She squints at me for another beat before turning her attention back to the professor.

I exhale slowly, pretending to focus on the lecture but I can’t stop thinking about what I just saw. Because it’s not a text. There are no words. Instead, there’s a foggy, mirror selfie of Logan with his hand in his wet blond hair, completely shirtless with water droplets beaded on his skin and his abs and?—

I swallow, my eyes drifting to the towel slung so fucking low around his hips and his wet, messy blond curls plastered to his forehead. He’s wearing a cocky smirk that tells me he knows exactly what this is doing to me.

I rip my gaze away and stare down at my notebook, seeing the diagonal line cutting through my last sentence.

Focus, Nathan.

But my eyes drift to my phone again. And before I can stop myself, my fingers are moving.

Me:

What the hell are you doing?

This guy is going to kill me. It’s not even a dirty picture, technically. Just steam and bare, wet skin and that grin—that dangerous, cocky, hot-as-fuck grin—but somehow, it makes it worse. It’s subtle, intentional, torturous.

My phone buzzes again and I glance down at the screen, hiding it beneath the desk.

Logan:

I told you I’d wait. Never said I wouldn’t tease you while I do.

I drag a hand down my jaw, biting back a groan.

Me:

I’m in class. With other people.

Logan:

Did it make you hard?

My grip tightens around the phone.

I close my eyes, count to three. Doesn’t help.

Because… yes.

Yes, it did.

And that’s the problem.

I can tell myself I’m confused all I want, that I’m not ready, that I need time to sort my head out, but my body doesn’t give a shit. My head might still be arguing, but my dick decided days ago.

Years ago, actually. Around the time Logan first joined the team. I shook it off, told myself it wasn’t anything, but then it kept happening. I kept looking at him, watching him, losing myself in the way he would shoot me a wink and grin and tease like it was nothing.

I thought he was straight at the time—and that I was too, for that matter. But then I found out he was bi, and suddenly my mind became a mindfuck of confusion.

One minute I’m shrugging off the way I notice him, the next I’m questioning everything.