Page 23 of A Blackened Bond

And since when did they have dorm rooms?

Annex takes a step toward me, a serious expression taking over his features.

“I don’t plan on sleeping without you in my arms tonight, Red.” He shakes his head, an unreadable look flitting across his features. “I’m not having another moment of ours together taken away byanything…not even the night.” He takes another step closer, the tips of his shoes touching gently against my toes as he leans down toward me. “I think we’ve made ourselves pretty clear, Red.” He takes a quick glance sideways as a large shadow overcasts us.

I glance toward Ezra, his expression mirroring the one on Annex’s face as he leans in. “We hope you feel the same.”

A wicked grin pulls at Annex’s cheeks. “Iknowyou do, Red.”

He takes my left hand in his as Ezra reaches for my right, both of them entwining our fingers together and reminding me of our time before the dance. “So let’s go.”

They were right. I didn’t want to be apart from them either. Especially after everything that happened.

I meet both their gazes as a thought flickers into my mind.

“What if one of the faculty catches us? Why not stay here?” I ask as a small grin tilts Annex’s lips.

He glances back at the small single bed he’s just crawled out of moments before. He looks back toward Ezra, whose face has scrunched slightly while looking at my now dishevelled bed.

“Neither of us could squeeze ourselves into that tiny box of a bed, Red. Ezra’s room has a much bigger bed that’ll easily fit all three of us.” He gives my hand a tiny squeeze before pulling me toward him. “It’s also perfect for a bit of spooning.”

He gives me a small grin before turning to Ezra. “Bagsy being the baby spoon.” He turns back to me, a sinful smile lacing his lips.

“I can’t wait to be held by these sweet little hands all night. And if they wanna go exploring…” His smile darkens, a mischievous glint forming in his eyes, “They aremorethan welcome to search, frisk, grope, whatever you want—”

“That’s whatyouwant.” Ezra scoffs, his fingers wrapping around mine as he glances at me and rolls his eyes.

“Course it is. Don’t say you wouldn’t want it.”

I chuckle at the antics of the two of them, something warm spreading in me with their presence.

“Laugh now, but don’t think I’ve forgotten how much you enjoyed the view last time, Red.” He takes my hand in his before pulling it toward his chest, slowly dragging it down his bare torso, letting me feel every ab and tight muscle.

A darker grin forms on his lips as a small tremor works its way up through him. His gaze growing heated, “We can takeallnight—”

A flash of light from the window causes Ezra’s smile to fall, his expression becoming more serious. “We better move while the faculty’s patrolling the main building.”

Annex sighs, turning toward the small light fading in the distance.

“Why thefuckis everybody always disturbing us when it's getting good?” He whips back toward me. “Grab everything you need here, Red. We’re moving to Ez’s and continuing this pronto.”

He gives me a look that tells me he means business before heading toward my drawer and taking some clothes out. He pulls out a white lace bra and flicks his gaze toward me. His eyes trail slowly up my body, a look so heated and hooded taking overhis features as he wraps the bra up. “You can give me a short demonstration—”

Ezra smacks him in the head before pushing him out of the way and grabbing some clothes for me. His hand freezes with a white top in them before he glances my way.

“Is it okay for me to…” He glances at the clothes he’s holding, and I smile, giving him a small nod.

He continues to move quickly, finding a small tote from the wardrobe and going back toward my drawer, packing each small piece with care and thought.

He takes out my hairbrush before his brows furrow, his hand reaching deeper into the drawer before pulling out a small metal chain. It’s the bracelet from Seria.

A strange look overtakes Ezra’s features, his brows pinching further as his eyes narrow.

“Is this yours, Micai?” His voice sounds weary, his expression instantly darkening at the dangling metal chain in his hand.

“Something like that,” I call as I reach for the bracelet, but he jerks his hand back, his eyes narrowing in anger toward the small metal piece.

The longer he holds it, the darker his expression becomes.

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