Shaking my head, I jog down the hallway and within seconds reach her. Grabbing her elbow, I turn her around. She stiffens in my hold.
I tip her chin up and make her look at me.
Tension grips my body as I stare down at her face that is covered in makeup. It’s minimal and makes her look pretty, but… she’s not one to wear it at school. Also, her eyes look red and puffy.
A strange feeling tugs at my heart that something is wrong.
“Hi,” she pants.
“Hi,” I reply.
“I didn’t hear you,” she says, once again not meeting my gaze.
Now I know something is wrong.
I arch an eyebrow. “How do you know I called for you?”
“I…” she gapes at me, not speaking another word.
She looks stunning in a soft blue sweater and jeans, the color bringing out a beauty so striking it makes my heart race. Her hair is gathered in a loose ponytail with tendrils falling around her beautiful face.
If I wasn’t in love with her already, I would be at this moment.
She is the most beautiful girl I've ever seen.
Leaning my head down, I brush my lips against hers. A soft, shaky breath leaves her lips.
“I didn’t see you in the morning,” I whisper, my arm wrapping around her waist and pulling her closer. Just the feel of her in my arms makes everything right. I don’t even care that I didn’t spend my morning with her and how much it fucking annoyed me.
It doesn’t matter anymore.
She’s here with me.
“I was with Marie,” she tells me.
“Are you telling me, she is a better chauffeur than your boyfriend?” I tease her.
Her eyes widen. “Of course not. You are better.” Then she shakes her head. “No! Not that I’m calling you abetterchauffeur. I’m saying it’s better with you.”
I can’t fight the smile that takes over me.
Without thinking twice, I kiss her like a starved man.
Heat sears through me, setting my body on fire. Our mouths move at a practiced, smooth rhythm, not missing a step or stumbling over one another. I pour all my desperation into the kiss hoping she realizes that I missed her.
Pleasure shoots through my veins and fills me up.
I groan into her mouth as she kisses me back with equal passion and eagerness.
I pull back, cup the back of her head and kiss her again. I kiss her deeply and thoroughly, getting lost in the waves of pleasure that envelopes me.
It’s all good and fun until she winces and I quickly end it.
Getting panicked, I retreat. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry for hurting you—” my words vanish as I see her split lip.
There’s no way I caused it. I didn’t feast on her like some wild animal no matter how hungry I am for her. I’m always careful with her. Always.
“It’s okay,” she murmurs, delicately rubbing away the blood with her fingers.
