Serenading Heartbreak

by Ella Fields

“Look what you’ve gone and done now,” he murmured, though not a trace of regret filled the words, only rough, complicated lust. “Me?” I asked, incredulous. He nodded, gripping my chin and kissing my forehead. “Don’t go kissing anyone else, or I’ll rip their tongues out and decorate your precious gardens with them.”

“Mr. Prince, is there a reason you’ve decided to play musical chairs today?” Looking up, my face flamed when I saw Aiden approach with his book and pen. “Yes, sir. It seems my girl forgot where we usually sit in your class and instead, sat someplace else.” He dumped himself into the seat next to me, opened his book, and held his pen at the ready as half the class and the professor looked on.

“I can’t work properly unless she sits next to me. Ready when you are,” he said.