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No, Oliver is proving a point. That he can touch me during the day at Wickett, and Professor Solomon cannot. At least, not without getting fired.
“Feels like obsession.” “Does it?” His grin flashes all of his teeth too-brightly, showing off his canines. “Is that what we’re going to call it today? I don’t mind. I really am obsessed with you, Blair. Permanently. Hopelessly. Obsessed.”
“If anything bothers me, it’s that you don’t feel quite the same way.” His grin falls slightly, but his eyes still dance as he looks at me once he’s rolled to a stop at a red light. “I cry myself to sleep every night that you don’t break into my room through my unlocked window because you can’t get enough of me. Every morning I wake up and you haven’t kidnapped me back to your apartment leaves another mark on my fragile heart.”
“Why can’t I just have a craving for a restaurant? Am I sending out dog-whistle frequency signals that only serial killers can hear?” “No,” Oliver assures me. “He can just smell fear, anxiety, and everything in between. You know. Normal stuff.”
“I love you.” Quickly, my gaze flicks back to Rook’s, and I’m surprised to see just how shocked he looks. “I love you, too.”
“Do you love me?” “Yes.” Oliver is, predictably, the first to answer. He buries himself inside of me suddenly, dragging a choked gasp from my throat as my back arches off the bed, body pressing to his. “Yes.” He growls the word against my throat, teeth and tongue joining the word to make it that much more pressing. “Yes.” Rook reaches out with one hand, twining his fingers with mine as he watches me. “But we’ve loved you for a long time.”
“Wonder girl…” I don’t get why he sounds so hoarse. Or so unsure. “Fuck, wonder girl you look…” He lunges for me suddenly, only to be stopped at the last minute by Rook’s hand at the back of his neck. “No, feral child,” Rook sighs, his eyes on mine. “We aren’t ruining her makeup or her dress.”
He shakes free of Rook and gives our professor a quick, frustrated look. “I won’t ruin her makeup, okay? Or anything else. Cross my heart and hope to die.” Theatrically he crosses his hand over his chest, still glaring balefully at his boyfriend.
God i wanna fuck you so bad wonder girl. You’re so hot in a graduation gown. Congratulations, Blair.
“Nah, Dad. I’m…” I take a deep breath, my heart fluttering in my chest. “I’m not going back with you. It’s something I’ve been thinking about and…well, I’ve finally settled on my plans. I’m in love with this boy, and he’s invited me to live with him.”
“Go back to sleep, wonder girl,” he murmurs, his voice a tired growl against my temple. “That perfect cunt of yours sucked all my energy this morning. I’m barely fit for use as a body pillow. Definitely not for conversation.” He shudders at the prospect of it, his arms relaxing around my waist as I let myself fall into place along his body as comfortably as I can.
“Stop, Love.” Rook’s voice is adamant, and he digs his fingers into my uninjured wrist as his gaze slides up to mine. “How many times have I told you about how I kept Oliver from going on a murder spree? Or cleaning up after him? I’m a little surprised it’s you this time. And in the middle of a parking lot. But don’t you dare talk about us wanting you to leave. Because that will never happen. Understand me?”
“My sweet little murderer. My perfect, violent girl. He’d do this if he wasn’t driving and trying to look like he’s oh so full of authority. He’d love to fuck you right now too, Blair. With blood barely washed off of your skin and that look in your eye.”
On a whim I backtrack towards Rook’s door, and knock my hand against it. “You know your feral child is naked in the pool, right? Like, fully naked. On a pool floatie.” I swear I can hear his groan from all the way out here.
Oliver—for all that the love I have for him that sometimes makes me unable to breathe—is a psychopath. An absolute monster who wouldn’t feel bad for plucking someone off the street here and now and killing them. He’s not like me. He doesn’t wait for someone to give him a reason before he starts fantasizing about their death. He just enjoys the violence and the blood. He likes the feel of killing someone, and their life leaving their bodies because of him.
