Page 90 of Twisted Fate

People were watching us and whispering, so I cleared my throat and moved him back a step, relieved when he moved with ease and didn’t fight me on it.

“I can’t go anywhere, you know that, right? I have afternoon classes today.”

“I knew you’d fucking say that, so I’m staying with you,” he replied, not taking his eyes off me as he crossed his arms stubbornly.

I glared at him with frustration.

Was he fucking serious?

“You can’t just hang around campus. There’s rules here and…”

“And I’m signed in as your visitor and have a pass,” he rolled his eyes before I could finish, flashing the card at me for proof.

How the fuck?

“They seriously let you in with your Devil’s jacket on? No wonder we have fucking trouble here,” I muttered, sorting my books out for my afternoon classes, before walking towards the cafeteria.

All eyes were on us as we sat at a table away from my usual one, and Hunter glanced around before smirking at me.

“Is this some important person’s spot? Why is everyone fucking staring? Did one of my guys draw a dick on my face while I was asleep last night?”

I leaned back in my chair as Caden and the others walked in and made their way to their table.

I snorted, turning my attention back to him.

“I’m the important person and I’m not sitting in my regular spot. Instead, I’m here with a random guy from a crew that’s not the Psychos.”

“You’re important how?” He continued to smirk, and I battered my lashes dramatically at him for added effect.

“What can I say? I moved here and became part of the elite. They also don’t know I’ve parted ways with the kings of the school, so they’d be wondering what the fuck is going on and trying to figure out who the fuck you are.”

“Do I stand on the table and make a public service announcement?” He joked, a grin spreading across my face without permission.

Caden would have a fucking shit fit if Hunter made a scene like that in his school.

It was tempting, but it wasn’t worth the drama that it would cause.

I was starting to enjoy Hunter’s company, in all honesty.

We ate and chatted while ignoring everyone around us, and I was surprised at his boldness when his hand suddenly rested on my knee under the table after a while.

I didn’t react, but I spoke quietly so only he could hear me.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

He leaned closer, a naughty smile plastered to his face.

“Your elite ex-boyfriends are watching us, so I figured we’d give them something to look at. Play along. Live a little, remember?”

“Hunter, I’m not making out with you, but nice try,” I said firmly, a soft chuckle leaving him that made me shiver.

“Who said anything about making out? I notice you get tense when people touch you, but relax, yeah? I won’t touch you inappropriately, I promise.”

I hated that I trusted his words, and when he shuffled closer, I tilted my head to the side to expose my neck.

His eyes flashed with question, but he went with it, his arm moving around my back to tug me closer as his face nuzzled into the crook of my neck.

My breath caught as his lips trailed across my skin, his tongue tracing the shell of my ear as his fingers gently dug into my waist.