Evander Holyfield’s fist, and you want to know about how Cole’s doing? Wow. Just… wow. You are really somethin’ else, ya know that?”
I easily sidestepped her and was thankful Brie kept her steps perfectly matched to mine, but I wasn’t lucky enough to escape, as the little terror was hot on our heels. "So he just randomly started a fight with your friend? Has he called you today? Has he apologized?"
"He started the fight, because he was pissed, because he thought the guy was my date. No, he didn’t apologize." Brie hesitantly released my arm when she left to make her way to her first class, and I kept my attention on the blonde. "And if he didn’t leave last night, then he left this morning, and I’m thinking if he has classes today, he isn’t going to be calling. And you know what? Cole can suck it for all I care. He’s not my world, and if I can survive without him, I’m pretty damn sure you can too!”
I somehow kept my pace steady and unhurried as I walked down the science hall to my classroom, holding off the petulant desire to throw my book bag down in a fit of anger. I plopped down unceremoniously, retrieved my cell from my pocket and shot off a quick text to Simon.
If I kill Mads, do you have enough money to spring me from prison?
It appears I underestimated your friend’s ability to inspire aggravation. Mi spiace, amore mio. I am sorry. Just think of me nuzzling & purring softly in your ear.
* blush* Have I told you I love hearing your purr?
Have I told you I love knowing how you react to it?
Simon! *eye roll* I guess you can hear the lecture starting? I will ttyl.
I sat back and began taking notes on the detailed symptoms of pulmonary edema, grimacing at the idea of drowning in one’s own fluids. It sounded both absolutely disgusting and extremely painful. I couldn’t imagine a more horrifying experience. Although as angry as I was with Mads at the present, I decided being locked in a room with her for an entire day would come in a close second.
I shoved my prickly musings aside and focused on the lecture, losing myself in the science of the human body and feeling slightly disappointed when we were released to our next class, or in my case, break. I just considered myself lucky that I didn’t have a ten a.m. lecture.
“Are you quite all right, mia diletta?” his voice breathed into my ear, low and alluring as he stepped flush behind me in the cafeteria’s checkout line.
I wasn’t unaware of the stares my battered face was getting, just as it had been all morning. "I’m okay. I just got a little frustrated with Kinley. You heard her asking about Cole, right?" I blinked in surprise when I heard an extremely soft growl rattle from his chest then stop short. "Simon?" I whispered warily.
"I ask your forgiveness, bella mia . I am simply feeling somewhat... possessive. I recall you saying it was not a trait you favored in your… ex."
The embarrassment in his voice was obvious, and I felt my heart go out to him. I couldn’t imagine how much worse our situation was for him, to know only a detached, clinical point of view of who and what you are, but not emotionally understanding your reactions when logic was telling you something completely different. He wasn’t used to his instincts and feelings. He was always calm and controlled, so I felt certain his reactions were probably bewildering and disconcerting to him.
"Simon," I said in the softest voice I could, knowing he’d still hear me, "you don’t need to apologize to me.
“First, the difference I’ve seen so far between your possessiveness and his is that you simply don’t want to share me with another male. Cole was possessive in an entirely different way. He wanted all of my time to himself. He didn’t want me to spend time with my friends, didn’t want me to have any hobby that didn’t revolve around him. He didn’t even like when I’d want to go shopping with Brie.” I smiled, despite the fact that my back was to
I easily sidestepped her and was thankful Brie kept her steps perfectly matched to mine, but I wasn’t lucky enough to escape, as the little terror was hot on our heels. "So he just randomly started a fight with your friend? Has he called you today? Has he apologized?"
"He started the fight, because he was pissed, because he thought the guy was my date. No, he didn’t apologize." Brie hesitantly released my arm when she left to make her way to her first class, and I kept my attention on the blonde. "And if he didn’t leave last night, then he left this morning, and I’m thinking if he has classes today, he isn’t going to be calling. And you know what? Cole can suck it for all I care. He’s not my world, and if I can survive without him, I’m pretty damn sure you can too!”
I somehow kept my pace steady and unhurried as I walked down the science hall to my classroom, holding off the petulant desire to throw my book bag down in a fit of anger. I plopped down unceremoniously, retrieved my cell from my pocket and shot off a quick text to Simon.
If I kill Mads, do you have enough money to spring me from prison?
It appears I underestimated your friend’s ability to inspire aggravation. Mi spiace, amore mio. I am sorry. Just think of me nuzzling & purring softly in your ear.
* blush* Have I told you I love hearing your purr?
Have I told you I love knowing how you react to it?
Simon! *eye roll* I guess you can hear the lecture starting? I will ttyl.
I sat back and began taking notes on the detailed symptoms of pulmonary edema, grimacing at the idea of drowning in one’s own fluids. It sounded both absolutely disgusting and extremely painful. I couldn’t imagine a more horrifying experience. Although as angry as I was with Mads at the present, I decided being locked in a room with her for an entire day would come in a close second.
I shoved my prickly musings aside and focused on the lecture, losing myself in the science of the human body and feeling slightly disappointed when we were released to our next class, or in my case, break. I just considered myself lucky that I didn’t have a ten a.m. lecture.
“Are you quite all right, mia diletta?” his voice breathed into my ear, low and alluring as he stepped flush behind me in the cafeteria’s checkout line.
I wasn’t unaware of the stares my battered face was getting, just as it had been all morning. "I’m okay. I just got a little frustrated with Kinley. You heard her asking about Cole, right?" I blinked in surprise when I heard an extremely soft growl rattle from his chest then stop short. "Simon?" I whispered warily.
"I ask your forgiveness, bella mia . I am simply feeling somewhat... possessive. I recall you saying it was not a trait you favored in your… ex."
The embarrassment in his voice was obvious, and I felt my heart go out to him. I couldn’t imagine how much worse our situation was for him, to know only a detached, clinical point of view of who and what you are, but not emotionally understanding your reactions when logic was telling you something completely different. He wasn’t used to his instincts and feelings. He was always calm and controlled, so I felt certain his reactions were probably bewildering and disconcerting to him.
"Simon," I said in the softest voice I could, knowing he’d still hear me, "you don’t need to apologize to me.
“First, the difference I’ve seen so far between your possessiveness and his is that you simply don’t want to share me with another male. Cole was possessive in an entirely different way. He wanted all of my time to himself. He didn’t want me to spend time with my friends, didn’t want me to have any hobby that didn’t revolve around him. He didn’t even like when I’d want to go shopping with Brie.” I smiled, despite the fact that my back was to
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