His voice drops dangerously low, sending a chill down my spine. “Who?”
“Just some guy,” I blurt out, hiking my shoulder.
Saint’s body is always warm, but I swear he’s heating under this blanket like an inferno.
“A name is what I was looking for, Indie.”
“Why?
“Because I want to know,” he grits through his teeth, and I frown at him, reading the expression on his face. The grey in his eyes has disappeared, only providing a rim around his pupils.
My hand cups his face, searching his eyes whilst he looks like he’s zoned out, somewhere far from this world.
“It wasn’t that bad. I was just being sensitive, that’s all.”
I’m trying to play it down, defuse whatever’s swirling in those depths, when it’s the whole reason I escaped to the roof in the first place.
Answering questions in class used to fill me with anxiety, but with the confidence I’ve grown over in the last few months, I felt brave enough to raise my hand this morning.
That was until some dickhead named Bryan scoffed at my answer, like he had some masculinity complex and pointed out every reason why I was sostupidly wrong.
Saint takes my hand, pressing a kiss to my inner wrist.
“Did he get you upset?” His eyebrow raises with his question, but his frown is still there, and I reach up to smooth the pads of my fingers against it.
He nudges me with his shoulder when I stay silent, so I drop my voice to whisper. “A little.”
A low, heavy growl rattles in his throat. “Then I want a name.”
Dropping my hand, I squirm as I try to get loose of his grip to face him, but Saint’s arms band around me, and it makesme laugh. “Forget I said anything, muscles. Honestly, it’s no big deal.”
Curse me for oversharing with my clearly alpha male boyfriend.
Note to self, never tell Saint anyone’s pissed me off.
I almost get loose, but Saint’s paw flattens against my lower stomach, sparking heat against my core at its placement, his hand dipping back beneath my panties.
“No, I won’t forget it. Do I have to fuck it out of you? Because trust me, if I have to make you scream another man’s name, he’s fucking dead.”
A gulp works its way down my throat.
Why did I just find that threatening behaviour…kind of hot?
“What, you’d kill someone for me?”
That was intended as tongue in cheek, but the way Saint’s glare burns into me, I’m wondering just how far he’d go to protect me, more so in a serious situation where life or death mattered.
The darkness in his eyes fritters away as he blinks a few times, a steady lopsided smile forming before he presses a chaste kiss to my lips.
“Quite frankly, I’d do fucking anything if it meant you stayed happy.”
A vice ties itself around my throat, choking me with a variety of emotions.
Disbelief.
Madness.
Love.
