“But we won’t know if we don’t—” I hold up a hand to stop him again and shake my head because I can’t hear that.

I need to will my dick to calm the fuck down and get away from him, so I climb off the bed, hoping it will give me strength. “No. That can’t happen.

“You have a nice dick, and you’re a great kisser. Operation over.”

He rolls his eyes, but he looks amused, still not moving from my bed. “Definitely not over.”

I groan, but he laughs happily.

This has to be over.

17. Kingston

SEVENTEEN

KINGSTON

I can’t stop thinking about kissing Camden. I know I probably should, and I know it’s probably weird, but it felt good. And it seemed like he enjoyed it too.

I hate that my confidence has been shaken, but there’s no denying it has. Stephanie, a girl from our class who’s always had a crush on me, surprised me today by asking me out after the game on Friday, and I made some lame excuse.

She’s really pretty, and I’ve always liked her, but I can’t shut down the fear inside me, thinking that if it’s more than just hanging out—if we kiss or more and I suck at it—she’ll help spread that all over school. That everyone will be talking about it.

I can already feel it when I’m standing at my locker or sitting in class—the eyes on me. I wonder if Kennedy has been talking about me, but I already know the answer. I can hear the whispers, and I can barely fucking stand it.

I don’t know if messing around with Camden will help my confidence or what it will actually accomplish, but I hope it can. I know he won’t tell a soul, and if there’s something I can do better, he’ll tell me. He always has. He’s helped me with my homework since we got our first assignment.

Huh, maybe I should approach him that way. This is just helping me out with homework. Except it’s more hands-on.

And I wasn’t kidding about maybe giving him some experience with a guy. It’s not fair that he doesn’t have anyone he can do that with around here. I don’t think there’s anyone who’s openly gay that we know, and if there were, I don’t think he’d feel safe fooling around with them.

A wicked shudder goes through my body at that thought. Of Camden fucking around with someone with a big mouth who’d tell the whole town. He has to know I won’t say a word. That I’ll keep his secrets just like he keeps mine. That he can trust me.

“Wells! Where’s your head?” Oh, shit. Practice.