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268 pages, Kindle Edition
First published September 18, 2018
”Say you choose me, and we’ll go, right now.”
“It can’t happen again. Won’t happen—”
“Can’t, won’t, but we both know it will.”
“But it shouldn’t,” Alfie gasped.
Nate snorted. “Yeah you got that right. I shouldn’t have fallen for you, and you shouldn’t have fallen for me, but here we are, Freshman, and now I’ve got you, I’m not letting you go.”
Alfie narrowed his eyes and pulled back his lip. “I hate you.”
Nate sighed and pinched the brow of his nose. “No, you don’t. That’s the problem…”
“Nate, you can’t call me. I have to report you.”
“We both know you won’t. Just imagine I’m your hot boyfriend, overseas and we can only talk on the phone. You miss me, want me to come home to you, but you accept you have to wait for now.”
Alfie released his hair and pinched the bridge of his nose. “But you’re not. You’re in prison for murder, and I’m your prison officer.”
“So, you’re not straight then?”
“None of your business, is it?”
“No, it’s not, but I’m curious. Do you have a boyfriend, Freshman?”
“Would it bother you if I did?”
Nate snorted, but didn’t answer.
Alfie waited, then sighed and turned to walk away.
“Yes,” Nate hissed. “It would bother me. It would make me jealous, very jealous.”
“Then no, I don’t have a boyfriend.”
Nate groaned, a long low rumble that made Alfie shiver. He knew Nate was about to say something crude, or ask him to open the hatch, but he didn’t give him the chance.
“I don’t have a boyfriend. I have two.”
He stomped hard as he left, and the metal of the prison vibrated and rang in his wake. It deafened him to anything else Nate said, and he smiled smugly to himself.
“You know what, Queenie? Out of all the prisoners, I’m glad it was you I had to kiss.”
“That’s cruel, Freshman,” Nate murmured. “It was CPR, nothing sexual. Any boner Queenie had was from the teabags, not you.”
“Yeah, that kiss in the cell was CPR, but what about the one in the lobby.”
The tapping nails stopped, and Alfie stared at Nate door, eyebrow raised as he waited for a reaction.
“Jesus, Alfie, you’ll get me in the shit. He’s messing with you, Nate.”
“I know he is,” Nate mumbled, “but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t jealous Freshman’s lips were around yours first.”
Alfie lifted his chin, smug with himself. He moved along to Nate’s cell, knowing an inch of steel and a chunky cell lock separated them. “First, and last.”
Nate hummed in amusement. “Maybe I’ll shove teabags down my throat till I pass out. Then you’d have to kiss me.”
Alfie shrugged. “I’d get Henry.” (the old man that has phlegm cough issues)
Queenie howled with laughter and hit his fist to the wall.
Alfie grinned so hard it felt tight on his face.
Alfie's mouth had gone dry, and he forced himself to swallow. "It's not gonna fit."
"Aww, more sweet words from my Freshman."
“I hate you,” Alfie whispered.
Nate shook his head. “No, you don’t.”
Alfie took an involuntary step back at the name. There was only one Nate in the prison, Nate Mathews. On H-wing for triple murder. The staff shuddered at the mention of his name. Alfie assumed he’d look like a monster, scarred, with busted teeth and narrow eyes, but the man before him was attractive with an intimidating vibe that both scared and drew Alfie in.
Nate closed his eyes and opened them slowly. His lips twitched at the edges, and a smile bloomed over his face. “I’m gonna remember that pretty smile of yours, Freshman.”
“Freshman,” he muttered. “Well, it’s a new one, I’ll give you that, but I’m not a freshman.”
His shoulders were angled forward, the usual look for a man who had his hands cuffed at his back. The solid metal gate stood between them, and the prisoner stood a few inches from it. He couldn’t get to Alfie, but he grinned like he could.
“Did Nate say something to you?” Glen asked.
Alfie shook his head. “Nothing horrible.”
In fact, out of all of them, Nate was the only one that hadn’t threatened him. Alfie didn’t know why, but it scared him more than the promises of violence.
“It can’t happen again. Won’t happen—”
“Can’t, won’t, but we both know it will.”
“But it shouldn’t,” Alfie gasped.
Nate snorted. “Yeah you got that right. I shouldn’t have fallen for you, and you shouldn’t have fallen for me, but here we are, Freshman, and now I’ve got you, I’m not letting you go.”