“Why wouldn’t I?” It’s a trick question because there isn’t a single reason she could give me that would make me not want her any way I could have her. I’m happy to let her try so I can explain all the ways she’s wrong.
“I’m a student,yourstudent.” Starting off strong, I see the resolve in her eyes; it tells me she thinks this is going to be a deal breaker, as if I hadn’t already considered this.
“I’d walk to the dean's office and quit right now if that’s what it took to keep you here with me.” Well, I hadn’t meant to admit that to her yet, but here we are.
Her eyes go wide as she searches my face, no doubt looking for a lie that she won’t find.
If only she knew that was the least of the things I would do for her.
“That’s crazy,” she tells me as if I don’t know that, and I can’t help but shake my head as I huff a laugh.
“It is, but it’s the truth.” With that, I give her hand another slight tug, and I’m ecstatic when she allows me to pull her onto my lap. “I’ve never felt the way I do with you with anyone else, and I’m not willing to let this feeling go to waste.”
Shit, so much for not scaring her away.
I see the panic in her eyes; it's there and then gone as she seems to get ahold of herself, and I wonder what exactly it had to do with.
Me or something else?
I don’t get the chance to ask, though, when she leans in and presses her lips to mine, making my mind go blank of all things that aren’t her.
I could get lost in her, happily, and the switch from quiet and shy to taking what she wants…
Fuck, as if she could get any more perfect.
She squirms on my lap, and I can’t stop the groan that her movement pulls from me as she grinds on my painfully hard cock.
I almost come in my pants like an inexperienced teen when she kisses me harder and does it again.
I like assertive Wren.
I’m not sure how long we kiss, but when she finally pulls back, I struggle to let her go. The only reason I manage is that she doesn’t seem to want to run, which is a good sign.
More than I dared hope for.
More than I can say for D.
“What if…” she trails off, looking down at her fingers, unable to meet my gaze.
I hate that. I never want her to feel like she can’t talk to me.
Reaching up, I hook a finger under her chin and gently lift her head until we're eye-to-eye once again.
“Whatever it is, you can tell me. It can be about school, friends, or a dream you had last night. I don’t care. I just want to be here for you.”
Again, she searches my face as if the idea of simply having someone is so foreign to her.
Something tells me this beautiful soul has been through far too much in life, more than she deserves.
“What if it’s not just you?” She cringes as she says the words in a rush, and I know it wasn’t easy for her, but I can’t help but chuckle.
Mortals hardly ever take more than one lover, and while it wasn’t something I ever saw for myself before her, I don’t see the issue now.
Her face falls, and I mentally kick myself, knowing she mistook my laughter as rejection.
“No, I’m sorry. It’s no problem, Wren. I swear. I’m not threatened by Julian.”
“How did you know I was talking about Julian?” she asks, and while I can’t give her the actual answer to that, I can give her the next best thing.
