17.
February 22nd, 2020
Gallan tipped his head back and laughed – for the fifth time since he’d pulled me inside the locker room. Yes, I kept count. Screw me.
“I wanna be mad at you –reallymad – but somehow, I can’t find it in me to do that,” he said, and then shook his head. “God, Zaira, who knew there was such evil lurking behind that innocent face and those nerdy glasses.”
I smirked. “So you’re saying that I’m a villain?”
He bopped his nose against mine. “Nah. You’re too cute to be a villain.”
“For the record, though, let me tell you that I totally felt like one while popping the pills into her coffee mug, so there’s that.”
He shook his head. “I don’t even wanna ask how you know about Dexilant causing a loose bowel. I feel like it’ll be beneficial if I stay in the dark about it.”
I grinned. “Well, I have my parents to thank for that. As you know, they are professors, so I learned a lot from them growing up.”
Gallan chuckled. “I just wish I was present during the time you were formulating the plan in that head of yours.” He gently tapped the center of my forehead, and when I winked at him, he bent and kissed my cheek. “Although,” he began, and then dragged his lips over my jaw until he’d reached my ear, “knowing that you so easily went all Enchantress on Aubrey, forme– it does things to me that I can hardly explain, even to myself.” His stubble brushed against my skin, which caused sparks to ignite throughout my body.
“Well.” I swallowed once. “I’ve been known to be very possessive over what’s mine.”
God, why did I say that?
Shit.
Shit, shit, shit.
Gallan moved back and looked down at me with a raised brow. “Yours, huh?” His expression gave away nothing. Damn it, he really was a great actor.
I pushed my hair behind my ears and hugged myself. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.” I averted my gaze. “You must think I’m such a creep.”
There was silence between us for a while, and I was scared I’d ruined everything just by calling him mine.
A silly, stupid mistake.
A word-vomit.
“You know, Zaira, I’m selfish when it comes to you,” Gallan said. “I’m so fucking selfish, that I’d have caused harm twice as much impactful to a guy if he’d have said the things Aubrey said about me. I wouldn’t have held back – not for anything.”
I looked up at him in complete shock. “Gall–”
He silenced me with a chaste kiss. “I crave you, Zaira. Every second of every day since I’ve seen you, I’ve wanted you,” he voiced against my lips. “When you blinked at me for the very first time, you left me grasping onto the addicting and irresistible fragments of you. And you know what? I absolutely love doing it; I love taking what you give me. I’ll accept anything I can have, but I know for a fact that I’ll never have enough. And you know why that is, baby?”
I shook my head in response, because in that moment, it was impossible for me to form sentences.
He hummed. “'Cause I'm selfish.Restless like a river, can't help it.I'm taking what you give me but I still want more.I still want more…'Cause I'm selfish.Yeah I'm selfish, I'm selfish for you,” he sang, which put a huge smile on my face.
“I should’ve known you’d sing Jordan Davis to lure me in,” I teased, and then ran a hand over his broad chest.
Gallan grinned and pulled me flush against him. “It was my understanding that you didn’t need luring in anymore.”
“Well, more is always appreciated, isn’t it?”
He chuckled. “Sure is.” He then leaned in and kissed me beautifully. “Come on, sing with me, Zaira.”
I cupped the back of his head and pulled him close before kissing him. “What are we singing?” I was so lost in his eyes, in his smell, in his taste.
“Anything you want. Just sing with me, because it fucking soothes me,” he said with a smile.
