Page 46 of Savage Vicious Heir: Part Two

There are a few lingering drunk students who are still attempting to figure out how to get home, but I don’t pay them any attention as I lift Abigail into my arms and march towards the Chapel with her.

“Put her on the sofa,” Tally demands from behind me. “I’ll get her pillows and sheets.”

“Fuck that, Darlington. The only place she’s sleeping tonight is in my bed,” I shoot back over my shoulder.

“Elliot, you can’t, she?—”

“I don’t give a fuck what you think. She’s sleeping in my bed. She can hate me for it tomorrow all she likes.”

With Tally still shouting at me, I march through the Chapel, ignoring Reese and Theo as I head for the stairs. No one on this Earth could stop me from taking care of my girl right now.

No one.

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ABIGAIL

My eyes flutter open as I try to get my bearings.

Something feels wrong.

I feel wrong.

Oh my God. What happened to me?

I blink, scanning the familiar room. Certain, I must be seeing things. Because there’s no way…

Except, I feel him. Hard and hot behind me. His hand curled possessively over my hip like I belong here.

In Elliot’s bed.

My stomach roils and I inhale a thin breath, trying not to wake him. Trying desperately to remember how I ended up here.

The last thing I remember is drinking shots. Lots and lots of shots. The rest is blurry. Some man trying to dance with me. The girls shouting. Vomiting all over myself.

Oh God.

I gingerly lift the soft sheets and glance down, relieved that I’m wearing what appears to be a clean t-shirt and not the vomit covered dress I must have come back in.

Did Elliot shower me? Clean me up and dress me in one of his Saints rugby shirts?

Why does the idea of him taking care of me make my heart flutter?

Foolish little thing.

It doesn’t mean anything beyond his need to look out for me. The girls probably called him to pick us up.

To rescue me.

How embarrassing.

I start to slide his arm off my hip, but Elliot’s grip tightens on me and he pulls me closer until there’s only a sliver of space left between us.

My breath catches at his proximity.

I’ve imagined this scenario so many times. Imagined what it would be like to fall asleep in his arms every night and wake up beside him every morning.

And although this isn’t the first time I’ve ended up in his bed, it feels different.

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