Chapter 53

When I lean back against the wall, he lies

down on his side, head in my lap, and looks up at me with those

dark eyes that eclipse the rest of the world. The way he stares up

at me, his thick eyebrows pulled together in consternation, his

chapped lips a thin, pink line— “Dylan,” I sigh. I have to remember

we’re not alone, Parker’s on the other bunk, we can’t do anything,

we can’t.

But Dylan seems to forget this, and he

shifts his gaze to the slight bulge at my crotch, where the zipper

of my jumpsuit puckers out like an exaggerated erection. With one

long finger he traces the zipper’s path, pushing the fabric down

until I can feel his touch along hardening flesh. “Dylan, don’t,” I

tell him, catching his hand in mine. I don’t need him to turn me on

any worse than I already am.

He sighs and props himself up on one elbow,

pouts up at me with that puppy-dog look he’s perfected because he

knows what it does to me. “Why not?” he wants to know, and before I