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If he didn’t want to do this anymore, I wasn’t going to argue and try to change his mind. That wasn’t fair. He was only doing this to help me out. That didn’t mean he was obligated, and I had no right to make him feel guilty for backing out.

My chest was tightening with something like panic. I didn’t want to stop. I didn’t want to stop doing this with him. Suddenly, I was terrified that he was going to put an end to it.

I didn’t want it to end.

His throat bobbed. Then, as if that pained, desperate look in his eyes had never even been there, he smiled and stood, shifting back into his fully human form.

“I’m great.” He chuckled and nodded at the towel in my hand. “You’re gonna use your towel to wipe up cum?”

Relieved that he seemed to be okay and wasn’t telling me that this was over, I laughed a touch too loud. “Yeah. I mean, I don’t want to risk walking to the bathroom and bumping into Holt while our cum is all over me. He’d probably fire me.”

Seb snorted and stepped closer, reaching for the towel. “Here.”

I automatically handed it over and held perfectly still when he used the corner to carefully clean my softened dick, then my chest and stomach. My pulse sped up again. I quickly said, “You can use it too. Obv.”

He huffed in amusement. “Thanks.”

As he wiped himself up, I grabbed my trunks and slipped them on. “How long have we been gone?”

“A while.” He folded my towel for me, making sure the cum-smeared corner was tucked away, then handed it over before reaching for his trunks. “But most people are drunk. Doubt anyone will notice.”

I nodded, fiddling with the drawstring on my shorts. “Yeah.”

He gave me a wry look as he pulled on his trunks. “If anyone does, I promise I won’t tell them I’m your fuckletics instructor.”

I gurgled a laugh. “I mean, I’d rather people didn’t know I need freaking sex lessons, but I wouldn’t care if they thought we were just… you know. Fucking. I’d feel pretty proud, actually.”

He glanced over at me sharply with a tiny smile. “Yeah?”

“I mean, yeah, obv. It’s you. You’re… Seb,” I finished uncertainly, not sure what I was trying to say.

He huffed. “You mean boring Seb who does crossword puzzles and doesn’t talk much.”

“Uh, no,” I protested with a frown, getting defensive on his behalf. “You’re not boring. That crossword puzzle the other night was fun. And you have just the right amount to say. You’re just not a blabbermouth like me.” I swallowed. “I… I really like hanging out with you, Seb. I don’t just mean during our lessons, when we’re… you know. I mean… when we’re just talking and stuff. I really like it.”

Before I could get all embarrassed, his expression softened. “I like hanging out with you too, Lark. And talking to you. Well, more like listening,” he added teasingly, which made me laugh.

“Oh my god, dude, I know I’m a total blabbermouth. I just admitted it!” I stepped closer to nudge his arm, grinning up at him. “But you’re stuck with me. Gonna talk to you all the time at work.”

He flashed me that big grin back. “I don’t mind.”

My gaze darted down to his mouth, and my limbs twitched with the urge to lunge up and crush my mouth to his, but the lesson was over now. So I couldn’t. Instead, I gestured at the door. “Guess we better go back out.”

The smile dropped from his face as he glanced at the door. “Yeah.”

Neither of us moved. After a few seconds, I admitted, “I don’t really want to.”

He smiled at me. “Me neither. But we can’t stay in here.”

I grimaced. “No. I do not want to get stuck in here and have to listen to Taylor and Holt having a margarita-fuelled, pre-first-day sex marathon.”

He chuckled, then sighed and slowly headed for the door. I followed, my mood dimming at the thought of sitting back outside with all the others.

As Seb opened the door, I asked in a hushed voice, “Do you maybe want to… sit and chill out together until people start heading home? You don’t have to,” I rushed to add, my face getting hot. “I know you were having a good time with Ludo—”

“I want to.” He flicked off the bedroom light behind us as he smiled down at me, his eyes gleaming amber in the weak glow coming from downstairs.

I grinned. “Cool.”