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Chapter Three

For the first time ever, I'd slept on the tour bus in Scrim's bunk. I had wanted to go to Ruby after I'd witnessed him pleasing himself to the thought of me. But before I could move my feet toward him, I received a text from Scrim asking where I was, why I hadn't met him on the bus yet. I ended up falling asleep next to Scrim after we'd fooled around, and by fooling around, he tied my wrists and he licked all the wetness that Ruby had caused dry.

I woke up alone in the bunk, turned onto my back and stared up at the ceiling.

I heard muffled voices. Then there was a knock.

I took a deep breath and told whoever it was to come in. It was Ruby, and I was already taking in a million things about him as soon as he came into view. His face, those eyes, how broad his shoulders were. How big his tattooed hands looked, even though he was kind of clasping them one over the other. It looked like he wanted to crack his knuckles desperately but was resisting.

And I guessed I was resisting too because the sight was arresting. I didn't know what was arresting about it. The length of his fingers? I didn't know. And I didn't know what to say. But wasn't he the one that knocked? Why wasn't he saying anything yet?

And I remembered- how could I forget, he masturbated and said my name while he was cumming. A blind idiot would know what that meant.

"I was looking for Slick." He finally said.

Lie. I had just heard them speaking out in the main part of the bus. "I'm sure you had no idea I was in here." Again with the sarcasm.

"Uh- so, do you want some coffee?"

"No, thanks."

"Well, if there's anything you need..." He said it, so I couldn't be blamed. It was the fault of that little ellipsis he left at the end of his sentence, that little trail off into nothing.

Anyone would want to fill that nothing up immediately. Anyone. But still I waited until he was backing out of the bunk. "You could possibly not masturbate while saying my name."

I saw him freeze in position without turning my head. Everything about him was clearly stunned, even without the benefit of the sound he then produced. It was almost a croak, I thought, and it made me snap my gaze to him. I realized I wanted to see. I wanted to see how open and soft his mouth looked, how wide his eyes were, how rigid his body had gone.

"That's what you did, huh?" I asked, but we both knew I wasn't really asking. Or at least I knew. Because after a second, he answered.

"I have literally no idea what you're talking about."

"Don't lie."

"I'm not- I-"

"Stop lying. I know what you did."

He spread his hands out, as if they were going to find the correct answers for him. "Just let me explain-"

"Stop talking."

"Dude, I-"

"Just stop talking."

I noticed he was breathing hard, but he did what I told him to. He even compressed his mouth into a hard line like he needed a little extra barrier to hold his words in. And when I just kept eyeing him, he actually wiped his clearly sweaty hands on the front of his pants.

The gesture tweaked something inside me that I didn't want it to tweak. "Just answer me honestly. Did you masturbate to the thought of me last night?"

He didn't hesitate this time, despite his embarrassment. "It's... a possibility."

"Just a possibility?"