“When you gotta go—” Theo murmurs, low and amused right next to my ear.
The breath of his voice there?Yeah.
It does something.
Shivers race up my neck.Goosebumps spread down my spine.
Stupid traitorous body.
I turn to glare at him, but it’s half-hearted at best.
“Okay, one second,” I tell Manny, and look down the row of eighteen squirming kids.Mrs.Stuyvesant—the retired grandma-turned-angel-class-volunteer—catches my eye and nods like the saint she is.
I nudge Theo with my elbow.
“Excuse us.”
He stands without a word.
Of course he does.And I do too, pulling Manny up with me, guiding him down the row.
“Where are you going?”I ask Theo when I realize he’s following me.
He raises an eyebrow at me like I’ve just asked the dumbest question on the planet.
“I mean,” I whisper, heat creeping up my neck, “I’m just taking him to the bathroom.It’s fine.I’ve done it a hundred times.”
“You don’t go anywhere alone anymore, remember?”he says, low and firm.
I roll my eyes so hard I practically give myself a headache.
It’s one thing to have a shadow.
It’s another thing entirely to havehimas my shadow—especially after this morning.
Because how exactly am I supposed to act normal now?
How do I pretend I don’t remember the way he growled my name against my skin, or the way his hands felt gripping my thighs, or the way he whisperedminelike a goddamn spell?
I’m trying to act like nothing happened.But he said some words afterwards, and well, maybe I’m waiting on pins and needles for him to bring it up again.
Like a desperate moron.
I’m oscillating between wanting to climb him like a tree and wanting to scream into a pillow.
“I’m a grown woman,” I mutter under my breath as we step into the hallway, trying to ground myself in something—anything—normal.
“You sure are, Angel,” Theo murmurs from just behind me, his voice low and sinful, “and can I say I appreciate every delicious inch of you.”
I nearly trip over my own feet.
Classy.
Infuriating man.
With his broad shoulders and stupid sexy jawline and that calm, collectedI could kill a man with a straw wrapperenergy, he’s impossible to ignore.
Even now.
