Page 96 of Savage Vicious Heir: Part Two

The only time I’ve had with her was at lunch, and that was from the other side of the table.

Nowhere near fucking good enough.

I want her next to me.

I want her to be mine in every way she can.

But right now, she has to remain my secret and I hate it.

But is what I want possible, or are we on a one-way track to a collision neither of us are going to survive?

24

ABIGAIL

“He’s so obvious,” Tally whispers before popping another grape into her mouth.

I glance over at Elliot and flush.

She’s right.

All week we’ve done this dance. Attended classes. Sat with our friends at lunch. Together but not really together.

Not in the way that matters.

The way that I wish were.

“Yeah,” I murmur, looking away first.

Elliot asked for time. He asked me to trust him. And I do. At least, I want to. But ever since he came back from his parents’ house and told me his mum wanted to help us, nothing has changed.

Every time I pluck up the courage to ask him, he brushes me off or distracts me.

There’s been a lot of that behind closed doors—Elliot distracting me. With his hot wet kisses and long skilled fingers.

I’m powerless against it, against him. Because when the morning rolls around and we have to leave my room—or his—we have to go back to pretending that we’re nothing to each other.

That I’m not?—

“Abi?”

“Sorry, what?” I blink at Tally, and she gives me a sympathetic smile. “You’ve really got it bad, huh.”

“I just wish it didn’t have to be like this,” I whisper.

“Oak says he’s going to fix it.”

When? I want to scream. But I don’t, trapping the words behind my pursed lips instead.

I feel him watching me. Silently begging me to look at him. But I don’t.

I can’t.

Not right now.

“I need to go to the bathroom,” I say, excusing myself.

A couple of girls glare at me as I pass their table, but I let their judgement roll off me. It all seems so insignificant now.

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