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I shake my head, quickly.
“Then stop fucking blaming yourself for what happened that day. It was me. I said all those things to you because I was a coward. Your love scared me so much that I lashed out. I pushed you away. But it’s over now. It’s fucking over, and the last thing I care about is a job. I can get another one. Do you know how famous I am in the psychiatry field?”
I shake my head again.
“I’m pretty fucking famous,” he tells me. “And that’s because I worked my ass off to get where I wanted to go. Yeah, I’ve made mistakes and yes, some things take a bit longer to blow over, but whatever. I can make my way back, if I want to. Right now, I don’t care so much. I’m happy with some time on my hands and focusing on me and you. Do you understand?”
With wide eyes, I nod.
His lips twitch.
“Can I talk now?” I whisper.
“You are talking.”
I glare at him but decide to let it go. “So are you going to marry me?”
His fingers bury themselves in my sopping wet hair and he leans over me. “Are you going to have my babies?”
A quickening starts up in my belly. “Y-you want to have babies with me?”
“Fuck yes, I do. In fact, I think about it constantly. The baby-making process, I mean.”
It moves down, that quickening, way, way down in my stomach. “You’ll have to come inside me, then. Without a condom.”
“I’m looking forward to that. So fucking much.”
Actually, me too.
I can’t help the blush that overcomes my face, my body. “Okay.”
He kisses me, possessively. “Then, yes. I’ll marry you.”
Grinning, I kiss him back. “So I have some time over my Christmas break. Would you like to do it then?”
Groaning, he drops his forehead on mine. “Christ, Willow. We’re not getting married while you’re in school. You need to finish college first.”
“Why not?”
He shakes his head, looking up at the sky again. “I won’t feel so ancient, for one. And second, I can’t believe I’m saying this, but your mom will kill me.”
I grip his hair in a fist. “I don’t care about my mom. I can’t wait four years.”
Another possessive kiss. “It’s not up to you.”
I rub up against him, making him groan once more. “You like to boss me around. But you do know you’re not my dad, don’t you?”
A lustful glint enters his eyes, his hands going to my ass and squeezing the flesh through my soaked jeans. “You like to act bratty, but you do know you aren’t a little girl, don’t you?”
Before I can react to his statement and his dominating hold on my butt, we hear a couple of guys and their hooted laughter coming from behind me.
Immediately, Simon pushes me toward his car. He gets us in the backseat and shuts the door, with me sitting on his lap.
It all happened so fast that I have to take a second to catch my breath.
Panting and sprawled on him, I ask him, “Wh-What was that?”
Simon’s eyes are focused on the guys that just passed us by. He’s glaring at them. I try to look but he doesn’t let me, grabbing the back of my neck, keeping my gaze glued to his face.
“They were looking at you. Those dickheads.”
I laugh. “What?”
His jaw ticks in anger but he remains silent, making me shake my head. My ice king thinks everyone watches me like he does.
Before, he was the king of the castle, roaming its corridors to keep an eye on me, and then, he became my broken hero, looking for me in this big, bad city.
Gah. I love him so much.
“Not everyone watches me, Simon,” I whisper, tracing his stubble.
His grip flexes and he growls, “If you think that, then I need to lock you up somewhere and tie you to the bed so you can’t even go to the window.”
I rock my body against his, getting unbelievably turned on by his possessiveness. There was a time when I wanted to stay back at Heartstone, all trapped and ill, just so I could stay close to him.
And the truth is that being trapped with him doesn’t sound so bad because being with him sets me free.
Simon’s hands go back to my ass as I keep undulating against him. “Are you still gonna be this possessive when we get married over Christmas?”
He begins kneading the flesh, as he thrusts his hard cock into the juncture of my thighs. He leans up and bites my lower lip in a show of pure dominance. “No. I’m going to be even worse when you officially become mine. Four years from now.”
I laugh again, and Simon grabs my face, looking at me with such intensity that I blush. “What?”
“I… I can’t stop looking at you. I can’t… You’re so fucking beautiful, Willow. So stunning and…” He swallows. “So white and pale and like a snowflake.”
