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“Enough.” Kellan steps into her, forcing her back. “When he tells you to shut up, you shut your fucking trap.”
Athelia withers under Kellan’s glare. She glances at me, probably hoping for some type of protection. I’ve given it to her before, but those days are over.
“You want your laptop back?” I ask.
She nods, keeping her lips pressed together.
“Than get on your knees and beg for it.”
The resentment that flashes in her eyes has me hiding a smile. She’s always been headstrong, even if she’s an anxious mess on the inside.
When she doesn’t move, I hold her laptop out over the water. Her eyes widen, and she drops to her knees in front of us.
Fuck.I’ve imagined this scenario countless times before, but tonight will have a much different ending than my fantasies.
“Why should we give it back to you?” Wes asks coldly.
“Because it’s the right thing to do?” she tries.
Kellan laughs, and the sharp sound echoes off the trees.
“Because I need it,” she says. She clasps her hands together. “I’m begging you, please give it back to me. All my assignments are on there, and I don’t have them backed up.”
We exchange glances before Wes shakes his head.
“Not good enough.”
Athelia blows out an angry breath. “What do you want, then?”
“Kiss my boots.”
“W-what?”
“Kiss. my. boots.”
This time, I can’t hide my smile, nor do I even want to. Seeing the horror on Athelia’s face as she realizes that Wes isn’t joking is the highlight of my fucking year.
“I… Wesley, that’s…”
“Crawl to me,” Wes says, “and then kiss my boots. Or you can kiss your laptop goodbye.”
Even in the darkness, I can see her face turn beet red. But she fucking does it. Slowly at first, and with her head tipped downward in shame.
“Look at him,” Kellan tells her. “Let him see how humiliated you are.”
Athelia lifts her head high and glares at Wes as she finishes crawling toward us. When she’s in front of him, she sits back on her heels.
“You look good on your knees,” he says softly.
“I hate you.”
“Careful,” I chide. I lift her laptop again, not even having to move it out over the pond for her eyes to blow wide.
“Don’t,” she blurts. “I’ll do it.”
“Then stop wasting time,” Wes snaps. “I thought you had a test in the morning you need to get sleep for.”
With a grimace, Athelia bends down. I watch as she presses the lightest kiss possible to the toe of his left boot, and then his right.
