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“But—”
“But nothing. I would die a thousand deaths just to watch you come. We have time. I’m keeping you, remember.”
“I think you have that wrong,” she whispered. “I’m the one who’s keeping you.”
CHAPTER 32
KAYA
Things with Saintwere somewhat back on an even keel. I didn’t feel quite so bad that he was going out of his way to help me because I now knew he was getting something out of it too.
But more importantly, everything was out on the table.
He’d even stayed to make me tea before heading to work and leaving his security guys to take me to classes. It was Ryan and James today.
"You, my love, looked like you have been thoroughly fucked. And can I just say, it looks like it was some good fucking too? Look at you. You're glowing!"
I hissed at Gemma as I sat down and got ready for critique day. "Would you hush your mouth? Jesus, anyone can hear you."
"Oh please, the jealous hussies over there? They should hear it. That fine man is making you all tingly and pink in the face."
"You can't tell that I'm pink in the face."
"Well, I couldn't until now."
I groaned. "Honestly, how did you know?"
"It looked like you had bounce in your step. You also look like you can't walk."
I rolled my eyes and pulled out my laptop. "Shut up."
"So, let me guess, birthday celebrations were everything you wanted?"
"Yes, they were…" How did I even explain? The kind of gift he'd given me was something even my mother hadn't given me. He'd built me something so I would have somewhere to go. A refuge. A place that was my own and felt anything but temporary.
"Do you want to explain that sigh for me?"
Hell, I didn't know. These were questions I did not have answers to. Usually, I hated my birthday. Especially after my sixteenth one. But now? Now I loved my birthday again.
Xander came in then. "Everyone, you know the deal. Let's have our first victim down front and prepping."
Luckily, I was not presenting this week since I'd presented during the previous class. I'd be part of the rapid-fire critique, of course. But having to present, talk to everyone of your decisions, it was torture. Gemma rolled her eyes. "Ugh, Nicola really likes landscapes. If only I could buy her a personality, I really would. Do you think Saint has enough money to buy her a personality? I could ask."
"You're not asking Saint to buy her a personality. I don't even think he has that much money."
Gemma snorted. "Glad to see you're still in there. I thought he'd fucked all the clarity out of you."
I grinned. "It was everything you’d imagine it to be."
Gemma squeezed my knee. "Well, good for you. About time you got bloody shagged. Oh, Andrew has been asking about you."
"Oh God, why would you tell me that?"
"Because he has been asking. He called, said he saw a news article about you getting married to somebody. He doesn’t believe it."
"Jesus, that’s the last thing I fucking need."
"I can try and talk to him if you want."
