I don’t have time in my life for any more big things.
My mind flashes to Sylvan, his cock underneath me when he forced me onto his lap, but I push the memory away.
“But I’ll see you next week? And good luck with your boyfriend.”
Edmond smiles at that. “I should probably call him now, anyway. Sweet-talk him a bit so he doesn’t hate me too much this weekend.”
“Good plan.”
“Night, Neve.”
“Bye, Edmond.” I wait awkwardly until he turns around, and when I start to take the steps up toward the shadow by the awning, it moves.
“Is he gonna be a problem?” Faust Darling asks quietly, his eyes black even beneath the library’s outdoor lighting. He’s not looking at me. He’s staring at Edmond, whom thankfully I can hear from here is on the phone with his boyfriend and not watching the captain of the Dragons stalk me in the night.
I duck past Faust in case Edmond turns around and I lose a potential friendship just like I lost one with Tasia, and now I’m the one in shadow.
Faust doesn’t turn to look at me, which gives me ample opportunity to look athim.
He’s wearing all black again, but this time, he’s got a proper winter jacket on. Wool and cashmere from the looks of it, with a black scarf to match.
He looks handsome tonight, instead of just hot.
But he alsolooks like the fucking problem.
“Were youwaitingfor me here?” I snap, keeping my voice down even though there’s no one around and Edmond has long since turned off the path, no doubt to head to his place. “Are you taking turns with Sylvan, stalking me in shifts?”
“Was he walking you all the way to your place?” Faust asks without turning toward me.
“Why the hell does it matter to you?”
He turns then.
We’re toe to toe, and even in my platform winter boots, I have to look up, and he glares down his nose at me.
“I don’t know.” It’s angry, those words, but at least they sound honest.
“Figure it the fuck out, Faust Darling.” I don’t want to be here, knowing someone stabbed Willright around here,and I also don’t want to be talking to Faust because he confuses me, and now I have no one to walk home with in the dark.
But I don’t let that stop me from trying anyway.
I shove past the big brute of a hockey player, but just as I’m about to head down the library steps, he moves to block me.
I have to throw my palm out to keep my balance, and once more, my hand is on his chest.
“You’re not walking home alone.”
My phone vibrates in the pocket of my coat and I roll my eyes at Faust, ignoring him entirely as I put distance between us, drop my hand, and pull out my phone.
It’s Cynthia.
Cyn
Tylone is over tonight. I’d LOVE for you to meet him. But in case you want to stay out a little later with your hockey boys, feel free ;) Also though… please do what’s safest.
Fuck.
She wouldn’t care at all if I came home and locked myself in my room, which I’d gladly do, turning up my music loud so I can’t hear a thing.
