Page 65 of Savage Vicious Heir: Part Two

“Yes,” I breathe, knowing that if we cross this line, there will be no going back.

“I’ll make the arrangements.” He steals another kiss, and I hold on tight.

Hoping to God that I’m strong enough to survive whatever is coming our way.

“Ihear you and Elliot have a hot date tomorrow night,” Tally slides into the seat next to me.

The entire sixth form is crammed into the hall to go over the revision timetable for the looming exams. Since I’ve deferred all mine until the next year, it doesn’t apply to me, but I came anyway. Not wanting to be alone any longer than necessary.

“Shh,” I hiss.

“What? No one is paying us any attention. Do you know where he’s taking you? I asked Oak but he won’t tell me.”

“It’s a surprise.” I glance down at our row, grateful to be seated on the end.

The row behind us begins to fill up and I’m hardly surprised when Elliot and the boys file in.

His eyes lock on mine, sending a blast of desire through me so potent my breath catches.

“Oh my God, you’ve got it bad.”

“Tally, please stop.”

Oakley hooks his arm around her neck from behind and pulls her back for a wholly inappropriate kiss.

“Mr Beckworth,” one of the teachers warns. “This is neither the time nor place.”

“Sorry, sir. It’s just that my girl is looking sexy as fu—” Reese elbows him in the ribs and everyone around us starts snickering.

“Oakley!” Tally shoots him a death stare.

“I’ll make it up to you later.” He winks, and she silently fumes beside me.

But I catch the heat in her gaze. The longing.

Mr Porter commands everyone’s attention and begins outlining the plans for the next few weeks. I barely follow, too aware of Elliot behind me, his eyes burning holes in the back of my head.

He shifts behind me, stretching his long legs out beneath my chair, the tips of his shoes hitting the backs of my legs.

Tally smothers a laugh beside me, grinning like the cat who got the cream.

‘Stop,’ I mouth, not brave enough to glance back at Elliot.

But I feel him. Watching me. Toying with my hair.

My heart flutters wildly as I will myself to pay attention.

“Psst, Abs,” Oak whispers. “Want to swap seats?”

“Oakley, you’re going to get us all into trouble,” Tally chides.

“Relax, babe. Porter isn’t?—”

“Mr Beckworth,” he booms across the room. “Something you care to share with the rest of us?”

“Just eager to start revising, sir.”

“I’m sure you are.” Mr Porter’s lip twitch with disapproval. “Now as I was saying, we expect all second years to attend their respective revision classes at least twice a week. No exceptions.”

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