“Stop it,” she hissed, and I was about to grab her head and drag her mouth over my erection when I heard a man say, “Ah, Ezrah Warwick,” and I quickly put my hard cock away as the detective approached the table. “I hope I’m not interrupting anything.”
“No, you’re not,” Adina said, nervously shuffling through her book to make it look like we were doing something perfectly innocent, “we are catching up on class notes we missed yesterday.”
“Good,” Detective Magone stated, watching us fumble about while Adina’s cheeks turned the color of raspberries. “Ah, Ezrah, you didn’t show for the interview this morning, so I was wondering when you could take time out of your busy schedule.”
“I didn’t say for certain that I could be there,” I argued, reflecting on the original conversation in the café. “I said that I’d check my class schedule and get back to you.”
“And you didn’t get back to me,” he said, far too calmly, an expert in his field. He ran his finger over the screen of his phone, then looked up and said, “What do you know, I have a spare hour at 2 PM today.”
“And?” I shrugged indifferently as I had no interest in playing his game.
“Magically, I obtained your class schedule from the administration, and I’m pleased to inform you that you have a free time at 2 PM today,” he smirked, “What a coincidence. So I will see you at 2 PM today, and if you don’t show, I will come and find you.”
“I’ve got training at 2 PM in the gym,” I pointed my finger at Adina, “Training her.”
His sharp, scrutinizing eyes flicked to Adina, who had her head bowed, cheeks burning, looking guilty as sin and wanting no part of this conversation. “I’m sure Adina wouldn’t mind postponing.”
Adina nodded, then shrugged, then mumbled something, pulling away from me.
“Great,” he concluded, “I’ll take that as a yes,” then looked me directly in the eye, “see you at 2 PM, do not be late. And Adina, take care.”
As soon as he was gone, Adina mumbled, “Just get it over and done. The more you run, the more suspicious they’ll be. Just do your usual charm and lie act.”
“What?” I snorted. “Charm and lie act? I didn’t know I had an act.”
She tipped her head back and laughed, and it’s first time I’d seen her laugh, like properly glow, and she looked beautiful.“You totally have an act.” Then she lowered her tone to sound like a man’s voice, “Like, I’m so tough and untouchable ra ra ra.”
“That’s not an act. That’s a fact. I am untouchable, and no one gets to me, except you. I wouldn’t mind you touching me.”
Her smile drained away, replaced by gloom, and I knew she was thinking about her dad. Weirdly, I wanted to fix her dilemma and take the pain away, but it was good for us that her dad died and terrible for her. If I kept my feelings out of the situation, I wouldn't be thinking this way. Fuck, it left me fucking confused.
There was only one thing I could do to take her mind off her father, so I took her face in my hands and claimed her mouth. She dug the tips of her fingers into my forearms as if she needed to cling on for life. I had to fight her even in our mouths, my tongue battling against her resistance until she exhaled, her body relaxed into mine, and she finally kissed me back.
