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As I stepped into the room, he groaned as he finished.
“Nothing like your arrival to make a man nut himself, Valk,” he laughed as he pulled out of her.
He turned and all humour on his face left him as he saw my face.
“Fuck. Harlow,” he started but I shook my head and high tailed it out of there.
It wasn’t the first time I’d walked in on him, and I knew it wouldn’t be the last. It was like I was too stupid to learn. I liked to think it was more that he was too stupid to not fuck girls in his own room where he knew I’d come find him. Maybe that was the point? Maybe he wanted me to see him. Maybe he didn’t think it mattered. Maybe he had a bit of a exhibitionist streak and there were few people he could fuck in front of without giving the whole game away.
Even knowing that our relationship was fake, there was still something about it that hurt. And, stupidly, I let it. Every time. I let him hurt me, and then feared I should have known better. But I just couldn’t give up on him.
As I hurried down the staircase, I wiped a tear from my cheek.
It wasn’t that I felt he was cheating on me – we had agreed we could be with other people. It was that I worried we were losing the parts of our relationship – our friendship – that we had left. That he didn’t care about me enough anymore to finish with his fucking around before we were supposed to hang out. That I wasn’t enough to save him from himself and this world, and it was going to break Frenella’s heart. And mine.
I heard him call my name and found him jogging down the stairs, bare footed with his shirt still undone but thankfully wearing trousers. Not that they left anything to the imagination.
But I just couldn’t with him right then. Not when he was in his cocky, post-pleasured haze. I shook my head, turned and barged out the dorm front doors. Right into an immovable man mountain. I didn’t need to see more than his chest to know it was him. Valen.
At the shock of me barrelling into him, his hands went to my arms to steady us both.
“Idiot,” I muttered.
It wasn’t enough that Apollo knew I’d walked in on him and run away with tears in my eyes. Now, Valen knew it too.
“Harlow,” Apollo said again as he caught up to me.
“Sorry I interrupted,” I told him, trying to push past Valen. But he kept me firmly in place.
“It’s fine. She was leaving anyway,” Apollo said as though I’d actually been apologising. He touched his hand to my arm gently. “Did you want something?”
Not anymore. I shook my head. “No. I have to…do my homework.”
Apollo looked me over like he was trying to work out if that was the truth or not. “We’ll catch up later? Dinner?”
I sighed and plastered on a smile I knew didn’t reach my eyes. “Sure.”
Apollo nodded, looking a touch confused but clearly not confused enough to press. He kissed my cheek absently. “Good. Valk, walk her there,” he said with a dismissive wave of his hand before he turned and started jogging back up the stairs.
Valen’s hand on my arm tightened and he tugged me slightly in the opposite direction. I finally managed to rip my arm from his grasp and start stalking away.
“I’m quite capable of being in control of my own body, thanks” I snapped as I started up the stairs that led from the front entrance to the boys’ dorm to the walkway that led to the girls.
Naturally, after such a pronouncement, my feet saw fit to betray me. I missed the step, overbalanced, over corrected, and started falling.
Valen was there to catch me. His strong arms flew around me and pulled me close to him. Our noses bumped as I came up hard against him and I was left looking into deep grey pools swimming with hate and contempt.
I doubted I could say the same about my eyes. I very much hoped they didn’t show the wanton, dripping need that suddenly squirmed to life in the pit of my stomach, sending heat pooling between my legs.
My hands were on the very impressive biceps of God’s tame wolf. My chest and stomach could practically feel the rigid contours of the six pack under his tee. My lips were dangerously close to finally tasting his.
“Yeah,” he said, sarcasm dripping from him like the desire in my pants. “You’re definitely in control of your own body.”
I panicked that he knew. That he could see how much I wanted him. How much I’d always wondered what he’d be like. That I craved him. It was enough to make me question if that flicker in his eyes was the same feeling? Did he see it in me because he felt it, too?
Then, I realised he was just pointing out the irony of my previous statement.
Still, I didn’t move.
