I should be wiser than that.
I’m walking towards the building with Kristopher close at my side when the memory of that rejection turns to anger over what just happened.
I spin on my heel and glare at him.
“I don’t care if Trent was flirting with me. Guys are allowed to flirt with me. Don’t you dare go around telling everyone we’re married. I have a reputation to uphold among the other students here. They look up to me, and if they think I went running off and did some weekend wedding in Vegas with a guy I hardly know, because that’s basically what this was, they won’t view me the same way. And acting possessive? Get over yourself. I don’t belong to you. Are we clear?” I blurt out my words in anger.
Kristopher holds up his hands, but he doesn’t look in the least bit worried about my outburst. “Crystal clear, little one,” he muses.
“Don’t call me little one. It’s too endearing,” I snap.
He chuckles, and I have to spin away from him to stop my body from reacting to his smile again.
Damn him for being so damn freaking hot.
I march towards my class with Kristopher in tow.
“And for the record,” he says. “A weekend wedding in Vegas would have been more fun. We could have drunk too much champagne and ended up in some atrocious red velvet room with our legs tangled and….”
“Stop it,” I snap, horrified all over again as my thoughts race in every inappropriate direction possible. “I don’t want to know about your Vegas experiences.”
“That’s not what I meant,” he snaps back at me.
I can’t believe I agreed to have him follow me around campus.
Because he makes you feel safe. That’s why.
And because he’s gorgeous.
And because you’ve thought about him every single day for the past few years.
This is not helping.
In my next class, Kris sits a few rows behind me, giving me more space than before.
But I can sense his eyes on me the entire time. Being watched so avidly is a turn-on, and I’m far too aware of him to commit my full attention to the lectures.
Maybe the online courses were a better option, after all.
***
Over the next week, things don’t get any better.
He’s everywhere I look. At home, he’s there. In class, he’s there. When I stop to grab a coffee at the Starbucks on campus, he’s there. And the worst part of all of it? I want him there. I love having him there.
But where and how does this end? Because I can’t imagine he’s enjoying tailing me around. He probably can’t wait for this to be over so he can get me out of his home.
Then again, this is all his plan. Not mine. I didn’t make him follow me around.
Ugh. I wish I could stop thinking about him for just one minute.
Kristopher parks the car outside the front door of his mansion and climbs out.
I push the door open before he can do that annoying gentlemanly thing that makes my heart flutter and open the door for me.
I storm towards the front door, making a point of lugging my own book bag.
Kris catches up with me in a few strides and forcefully takes it away from me. “It’s too heavy for you, Georgie. Why do you always have to be so stubborn?”
