I kiss her before she can say another word.
My hands move over her body instinctively, pulling her against me as my mouth takes hers. The second I taste her again, something inside me settles and spirals completely out of control at the same time.
Fuck.
I deepen the kiss.
She moans softly when I bite down on her lower lip, the taste of blood hits my tongue a second later, and it takes serious effort not to completely lose control right here.
Her hands press to my chest like she means to push me away, but she never actually does it.
I bite her lip once more before I finally pull away, both of us breathing harder now.
“As I said,” I murmur, my mouth barely inches from hers, “one taste was never going to be enough.”
My thumb traces her swollen lip.
“Though I didn’t realise I’d start needing more than one taste a bloody day.”
I straighten before pulling the mask back over my face.
“I’ll see you tomorrow in class, Miss Ashthorne. Have a good evening.”
And with that, I turn and leave.
I force my legs to keep moving away from her even when every instinct tells me to stay.
Chapter9
Piper
The next few weeks pass in a blur. Between classes and assignments, whatever free time I manage to get ends up spent on the ice.
I keep busy and for a reason.
I need away from Hunter Wardgrave.
The man is persistent.
I have to see him every day for classes sometimes even multiple times a day because he dines with his friends which apparently dine with mine. So there is no escaping him.
Sometimes, when I lie awake at night, I find myself wishing things were different.
That my life was different.
That I could simply follow my heart and give this, whatever this is between us, a real chance.
But he already made it clear that he doesn’t do love, relationships, or any of the things I crave most.
So perhaps it’s better this way.
But then reality hits, and I know there’s no point wasting time wishing for impossible things.
I can’t have love anyway.
Neither with Hunter nor anyone else.
I make my way to my first class of the day, which once again happens to be with Mr Wardgrave, when my phone pings inside my bag.
