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Now, I was adrift without her, my heart trying to tear its way out of my chest in a bid to go to her.
“La- sir?” I corrected halfway. Where did that come from? I almost said his first name! “I don't speak French, Miss Vega.” Hilarious.
“That almost sounds like fun,” I teased. “Yes, well I can be fun sometimes. Especially when I'm not wearing this suit.” I stared at him, and his eyes widened as he realised what he'd said. “I meant when I'm not working,” he said quickly. “Right yeah.”
“I can't think straight around you,” he said heavily, his hand clawing into the earth beside my head. “I could have lost you in that battle, or I could have died without ever knowing how this might have played out…”
My Atlas pinged and I took it out of my bag, my soul fraying as I found a private message waiting for me from Orion. Lance: What if I don't want it to stop?
Lance: Blue means you like me.
In Solaria blue means royal. And to me, blue means you.
“Anyone would think you were embarrassed about luring students out to sneak around after dark with you in your secret cave,” I teased. “I’m mostly embarrassed it’s you,” he replied scathingly. “You’re not even hot.” “Bite me,” I joked. “Don’t tempt me.”
“If I bite you before I sleep, I’ll end up fucking dreaming of you again.” “Oh, come on, Professor, we both know you dream of me anyway.” I flexed my muscles at him as I began to back away and he rolled his eyes.
“You wanna tell me if that’s a dagger in your pocket or if you’re just excited to see me?” I taunted. He flipped me off before turning away
And that was the only reason I’d admit to for getting her out of here. The way my heart was beating as I held her close had nothing to do with it.
“My cousin said Pegasus glitter is the only way to kill Werewolf sperm,” Kylie piped up and Orion gave her a hollow look. “Well, your cousin is a moron,” he deadpanned.
Seeing another guy's hands on you makes me want to rip out their eyes so they never get to look at you again.
It's nature, baby ;)
Please tell me you haven't got a mohawk like Max Rigel. Although, I'd probably still want you just as much. I certainly did when that fuckwit Capella took your hair.
“I want you to the point of pain, Blue.”
“I'm gonna lose my mind over you,”
“Why would you want me to stay?” Darius frowned like he wasn’t sure what to say to that, but he inched a little closer all the same. “Because it feels right,” he breathed.
This girl is made for me.
Fuck, I had to let her go. For her sake. Definitely not mine. I was going to suffer the second she was gone.
I released her and she was gone, darting into the darkness, and making my soul feel like it was being ripped in two.
“Apparently not. So, I guess you were just in the middle of jerking off over your Numerology book. Again.” “Numbers are hot,” I said with a smirk. “But I was actually busy jerking off over your mom. She sent me some dirty pictures. Again.”
Tonight had been unashamedly one of the best of my life and I wanted to tell my star damned best friend about it.
“Your unroyal mitts aren’t fit to touch my buttery bagels,” she hissed,
would fucking break me. So don’t you dare give in to them. I’ll follow you into the shadows if I have to and drag you away from them kicking and screaming. Because they can’t have you. They fucking can’t.”
His brows drew together, and he gently removed my hand, kissing the back of it. “Was I too rough?” “No.” I fought a blush, but it scorched right through me. “Not rough enough?” he teased, and I battled a grin, refusing to meet those hungry eyes of his. “I’m still mad at you,”
“Or maybe the two of you just want a dick measuring contest but you can’t find a microscope to judge it,” I snapped.
And most of all I was sick of wanting her and hating her all at once.
“I’m trying to get Diego Polaris’s saliva off of my girl,” he growled.
“Biggest fucking mistake of my life. I’d rather bleed than feel what I did when I saw his mouth on yours.”
Darcy: Are you freaking crazy??? Lance: Yes. For you ;) Come with me.
“You smell like her,” I murmured. “Then make me smell like you,”
“Of course not, he just thinks I have a crush on you and that I’m pathetic for doing so. And a whore apparently.” His grip tightened on my knee and sparks skittered beneath my skin. “Fuck that kid, I’ll tear him a new one the next time I see him,” he snarled.
“It just fucks me off that you can go out in public with him and not me.”
“What kind of thing do you have for me?” He shot me a mischievous glance. “It will sound crazy,” I said slowly. “I like crazy. Did you not get the memo when I tried to cook myself earlier?”
Lance: I’ll make it worth your while if you pass The Reckoning today. #motivation #seemeafterclass Darcy: I can’t believe you just hashtagged me! Lance: I can’t believe you’re not in my bed right now. #missyourpeach
I got to my feet, shrugging like I didn’t much care either way but the way he’d just called her my girl made the Dragon purr beneath my skin.
“Because that’s what I do,” he said slowly. “I watch you and hunger for you and ache for you. It torments me like I torment you.”
“Then why do it?” I asked. “Why not just look away?” “I’d find it easier to carve my eyes out than I would to stop them landing on you.”
“There are countless people who would say I’m not allowed to want you,” Darius breathed. “But you make me want to burn the whole world down so that I can claim you for my own.”
