Page 63 of Savage Vicious Heir: Part Two

Heat rushes into my cheeks as I look away, fighting a smile.

We’re back to hiding our relationship from the world—if you can call what we’re doing a relationship.

Every night Elliot sneaks into my dorm room and climbs in bed beside me, finding new ways to make me fall apart. But every morning I wake alone, only the rumpled bedsheets and the lingering ache between my legs a reminder he was ever there.

Part of me wonders if I gave in too easily, but Elliot makes it too difficult to hate him.

And he showed me his scars.

That has to mean something, doesn’t it?

“Stop teasing them,” Liv warns, shooting me an apologetic look.

“It’s fine,” I say. “I need to go anyway. I have a meeting with Mr Porter about my plans.” I stifle a groan.

I don’t want to discuss the future. Not with Mr Porter or anyone else. Getting through each day still feels like wading through quicksand. But the girls make it easier. And I hate to say it, but so do the boys.

In their own strange way, Oakley, Reese, and Theo have all proved that they care too.

Then there’s Elliot…

My feelings about him—about us—are still complicated, and I’m not wholly convinced that sneaking around is the right thing to do but I’m tired of fighting it.

“I’ll walk you,” he says, going to stand. But I pin him with a questioning look.

“Is that a good idea?”

“Let the boy walk you,” Theo mumbles. “He’ll only send one of us if you don’t.”

It’s true.

All week one of them has been glued to my side at all times. It’s overwhelming to say the least, but I don’t hate it.

In fact, I kind of like knowing that I still have them in my corner.

On Monday, Ethan tried to talk to me but couldn’t get past Oakley and Tally. For a second, I thought Oak was going to do something stupid and hit him.

Thankfully, he didn’t. Ethan got the message, and from the lack of stares or whispers as I move from class to class, I’m assuming that word quickly spread that I’m off-limits.

“Fine.” I concede, turning my attention to the girls. “I’ll see you later.”

“If you need anything…” Tally adds, and I nod.

“I know.”

“Come on.” Elliot presses his hand to the small of my back and follows me out of the dinner hall.

“You didn’t have to come with me,” I say.

“Actually, I did.” He scans the hallway, grabs my hand and pulls me inside an empty classroom.

“Elliot, what are you?—”

Caging me against the wall, he pulls down the window blind and rests his forehead against mine. “Do you have any idea how much it kills me not being able to touch you in public.”

“We’re at school,” I remind him. “Anyone could see and run off to tell your brother.”

A low growl rumbles in his chest as he looks up to the ceiling, trying to contain his anger.

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