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I shook my head. “Thanks, but no thanks. I owe Florence a pastry.”
“Or, five,” Florence added.
Apollo grinned. “Okay. I’ll see you later.” He pressed another kiss to my lips, then headed off with his Angels.
“Did you see that?” I whispered to Florence.
“The whole fucking school might as well have seen that,” she muttered.
“Oh,” I scoffed. “It’s notthatbad.”
“Notthatbad?” Florence asked. “Apollo Callahan has not once kissed a single person on the lips in the four and a half years he’s been at Saint Benedicts. Not on their face lips, and not in public. And not counting that time with Marco.”
“How do you know so much about anything?” I asked, annoyed at everything.
“I’m Florence Walton. I just know these things. It’s my thing. I know things and I fuck.”
I barked a laugh that surprised even me.
“You all right?” she asked.
I nodded. “Yeah. Fine. Just… Kinda overwhelmed.”
“Valen legit could have punched Apollo just then.”
“I wholeheartedly disagree.”
“My magical cupid-senses tell you you’re wrong.”
I frowned at her. “I appreciate that, but I think, on this occasion, it’s your magical cupid-senses who are wrong.”
Florence shrugged. “I mean they’re not, but I’ll agree to disagree.”
I looped my arm with hers and leant our heads together. “Agree to disagree.”
At dinner that night, Apollo’s hand was always on me. He kept kissing me. I got totally swept up in it. I didn’t second guess anything, I didn’t hesitate. I just went with the flow quite happily.
Florence later said that was because there was no Valen in the room to make me feel conflicted. Maybe she was right. Maybe I didn’t want to think about it. Maybe I just enjoyed not feeling conflicted. Why should I feel conflicted? I doubted Apollo would feel conflicted about the next Magdalen he bedded. I knew for a fact that Valen wouldn’t have been conflicted. So why should I?
I shouldn’t.
I wasn’t going to be sorry for wanting both of them. For enjoying what each of them gave me. Florence had been right, I didn’t need answers now. No promises had been made, no conversations were needed. Not now. Not yet.
I was destined for Apollo, so whatever happened would unfold the way it would.
Valen and I knew, realistically, we couldn’t keep doing what we were doing forever, so whatever happened with him would unfold – or not – as well.
For the time being, I just wanted to go keep going with the flow, take one day at a time, and see where life – or which boy – took me.
Chapter Nineteen
Valen was still gone on Monday. His absence went from being meaningless and unsuspicious, to something that might have been cause for concern.
“Missus,” Marco said to me with a deep nod as he walked past me.
I turned to watch him. “Uh, hi.”
He gave me a cocky grin. “Caused quite the stir, you have.”
