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He narrows his eyes. “What the fuck are you playing at now?”
“Nothing, I just want to sleep.”
“You’re more readable than a newspaper, and you want me to believe that you have no ulterior motive behind your unusual request?”
“No,” I say it, and I believe it, too. “Please.”
He watches me for a beat, his body still turned to the door, and I think he’ll ignore me and proceed with whatever violence plot he has, but he releases the doorknob and stalks in my direction.
My heart nearly drops to my stomach as he removes his trousers and slides to my side, then pulls me atop of him.
“Leave again and I will fucking tie you to me,” he whispers against my forehead.
“I won’t,” I murmur back and resist the urge to kiss his chest. What the hell?
It’s just an unnatural reaction to the fact that he allowed himself to be stopped by me.
There’s absolutely nothing more to it.
Right?
Killian’s lips meet my forehead and I’m pretty sure something jostles in my heart when he murmurs, “That’s my girl.”
24
GLYNDON
“You’ll be late anyway, so how about we go back to my very logical idea of staying in bed all day?”
I stare at Killian from my position in the passenger seat of his car. “Are you kidding?”
He taps his finger on the steering wheel. “It’s strange how I rarely joke, but you choose to think that anyway. We need to work on your denial issues.”
I roll my eyes and stare out the window.
“Did you just roll your eyes?”
“And what about it? We need to work on that, too?”
“Yes. That’s an extremely juvenile gesture.”
“Wow. Look at you being all proper. The queen is searching for her etiquette instructor.”
“Doubt she needs one anymore.”
“That was sarcasm.”
“I know.” He offers me one of his rare smiles. “I also know you use it when you’re nervous. It’s useless to keep worrying about being late to class since you will be anyway.”
My lips part.
I’m well aware of his observational and emotion-reading skills, but I’m not ready to experience them over and over again.
“I’m not like you. I can’t help but worry, genius. Also, Professor Skies already thinks I’m mediocre. I don’t want to give him a reason to hate me more.”
He taps his index finger against the steering wheel again. “Is this the same professor who encourages your being bullied?”
“He doesn’t encourage the bullying…”
