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“You’re a biology professor. You’re supposed to love the beach and all creatures.”
“I’m not a marine biologist. I just like the way organisms work. Behind a microscope. This is not my jam. There’s a reason I quit being the biology club advisor.”
I use my tongs to pick up a used condom and frown. “And neither is this. Have you gotten your recent Hep B vaccine? I really need you to reassure me right now.”
Just as Everly opens his mouth to respond, I feel something wet land on my arm. I stare down at the white poop saturating my skin and nearly peel it off to escape this.
“There is bird shit on my arm, Everly.”
He’s grinning, a snort escaping his parted lips.
“Oh my god.”
“They’re out to get me. Things with wings should not exist.”
Everly’s eyes are watering and he’s trying like hell not to start rolling around on the ground. If he touches the sand and it gets in his hair, he’s sleeping on the balcony. I refuse to have miniscule dead fossils in my bed.
Refuse.
I’m not a caveman.
“Seems they like us. Maybe they’re marking us in some way.”
“No, they hate that we’re here,” I say and then blow a raspberry at them. They squawk in response, and I threaten them with a discarded plastic cup.
“I’ll leave this for you to choke on, you fucks!” I hiss and then take a deep breath, not wanting anyone to think I’m serious. As much as I hate these winged devils, I don’t really want them to consume plastic. It is very sad what’s happened to the beach, and I am impressed that Everly spends his free time out here picking up trash.
But I honestly would rather be buried deep in his ass or kissing him than standing out here, getting pooped on.
This is not sexy at all.
“Let me get you something to wipe that off with,” Everly says and as he strides off, I can’t help but gaze at his ass. It’s hard not to. It’s basically a national treasure at this point. They should display it in the Louvre.
I’d sure as hell pay to stare at it.
I hear snickers and turn to look at some students who’ve been watching me. My eyebrows lower, and I glower at them.
“Do you need something?” I ask, and they quickly glance away, whispering to themselves.
I really need to keep my eyes to myself.
Just as I think that, Everly appears with a wipe and helps me mop the shit up. When he finishes, Dr. Brown makes an appearance, clapping me on the shoulder.
“Nice of you to show up, Dr. Sinclair.”
I wince and nod. “Anything for the environment. I love the beach.”
Dr. Brown grins at me, and I know he knows I’m lying. It’s no secret that I don’t like sand or waves or the gulls.
“Seems so,” Dr. Brown says and then eyes Everly. “And you even brought your TA?”
His eyes swivel across Everly, taking him in, and I nod. “Yes. He’s been very helpful this year.”
Very helpful in finding my prostate and making me cum hands-free.
And also being sweet and buying me flowers and holding me while I fall asleep.
“Yes, well he is a bright and shining star.”