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“This is for me to wear?” I ask. I’ve never had a coat like this, but I instantly recognize the brand. It’s the most luxurious winterwear brand in Canada. This coat probably costs as much as a year of tuition at school.
“It’s for you, period.”
“To keep?” I try to clarify. “Am I paying for it, or…”
Elio moves closer with the coat, a wordless command to put it on. There’s no point in fighting him. My own coats are at home, and the weather app on my phone told me it’s negative twenty-seven degrees Celsius out there today. I slide my arms into the sleek, puffy sleeves. I go to do up the zipper, but Elio is faster and he’s already on it. He slides it all the way up to my chin.
“Consider it part of your uniform. No charge,” he says, pulling up the hood until the fur tickles the sides of my face. “Don’t want you going hypothermic. Can’t play violin if all your fingers fall off from frostbite.”
I blink at him.
And then I laugh.
Really, truly laugh. I can’t even remember the last time I laughed like this. Maybe with Willow, right before everything fell apart. It’s probably a sign of my quickly deteriorating mental state, but man, does it ever feel good to just let go and laugh.
Elio stares at me in astonishment as I shake with laughter. Before I can catch my breath, he does something that completely takes it away.
He grasps the back of my neck beneath the hood and slants his mouth over mine.
I freeze, feeling way too hot in this coat now. My mouth had been open, mid-laugh, giving Elio ample space to slide his tongue inside. He strokes along my teeth and tongue, groaning as his other hand rises to cup my jaw. The leather feels exquisite, combining with the ravenous wet heat of his tongue and lips on mine.
He’s kissing me.
The thought feels like it comes from very far away. I know I should be doing something, pushing him away or closing my mouth, but I’m completely stunned into stillness. Elio is kissing me. Somehow this is far more intimate than his tongue between my legs.
It doesn’t feel how things between us usually feel.
It feels like it did when he hugged me.
What finally breaks the spell is realizing that I’m getting aroused from this. I actually have to fight against the urge to kiss him back, stop myself from meeting the bold movements of his tongue with my own. The warm slide of his mouth, the seeking swipe of his tongue, is making my nipples prick and my clit tingle. I jerk and close my mouth. He makes a rough, raw sound in his throat, and I think he’s going to pry my jaws open to get back inside. But instead, he glides the tip of his tongue gently over the seam of my lips in between nipping kisses, probing and prodding until I tremble with the control it takes not to open my mouth with a horny, pathetic moan.
When he finally pauses, I try to piece my braincells back together enough to speak.
“What are you doing?” I croak.
“Don’t know,” he breathes against my lips. “Your mouth just looks so fucking good when you laugh.”
I can’t come up with a coherent answer to that, so instead I weakly mutter, “I’ll be late.”
“No.” He kisses me one more time and then lets me go. “You won’t.”
There’s a pair of boots for me, too, and mittens, and after putting them on we head outside. I inhale sharply and blink, shocked by the sunlight and the crackling cold air. This is the first time I’ve been outside in days.
I don’t want to think this property is beautiful, but it really is. The bare trees outside look like crystal sculptures, every branch and twig lined with faceted frost. The spruce trees are still dark with greenish-blue needles, casting stark shadows on the glittering snow.
There’s no snow on the huge driveway ahead of us except what’s been melted by salt. The pavement gleams like ink.
A car emerges from one of the three garage doors at the far side of the house. It’s the black Porsche Elio took me to the gala with. It comes to a stop before us and Curse gets out. Even though it’s almost thirty degrees Celsius below freezing, he’s not wearing a jacket, just a black dress shirt and pants.
“Enzo’s at the campus,” Curse says. It’s the first time I’ve ever heard him speak in a full sentence. His voice is a lot like Elio’s, and I find that slightly jarring. “So far everything looks good.”
“Sorry, who’s at the campus?” I ask. I swivel to Elio. “I thought it was just you going with me.”
The bright sunshine and the snow make Elio’s gaze look even darker.
“Enzo is my head of security. He’s scoping things out right now.”
I thought attending classes with Elio would be bad enough, but now there’s a made man skulking around the hallways and classrooms?
