Page 5 of Forever We Fall

“No, you’re not.” The guy with the face of an angel answers his question.

My eyes go wide and shoot back to him.

He’s not an angel. He’s the devil who's come to taunt me. I’m so close to getting away from Geoff, and he’s going to ruin it by opening his big, pouty mouth.

“I won’t say anything.”

I blink at this guy and just stare. He’s around my age and about my height. He’s a lot thicker than me, though. Not heftybut muscled. I’m skin and fucking bones right now. Though the suit my uncle put me in today masks the worst of it.

This guy looks well-fed and like he works out. He’s about the size I was…before my world fucking crumbled under my feet. He’s a lot prettier, though. With long lashes and full lips that probably make girls jealous.

More than anything, his eyes scare me.

They’re deep and dark and see everything.

Sure, I want someone to notice, to raise the alarm, to save me, but not this kid. I need someone with authority. Someone with a gun. Hell, a whole army of weapons.

My chest goes tight, making it hard to breathe. They don’t have guns here. Not even the cops carry. This guy can’t stop my uncle. He can only make my situation worse.

“I won’t say anything,” he whispers again.

A lump forms in my throat. I nod and look away, blinking several times. The door somehow seems safer than looking into his eyes.

The secretary hangs up the phone. It makes an obnoxious sound that snaps our gazes to her. She looks at me. Her smile is pitiful, and her eyes pour with condescension. It has nothing to do with the abuse I’ve suffered at the hands of my uncle. She can’t see it, though it’s staring her in the face. She can’t see past the obvious. The lies my uncle told her and the headmaster.

“Sweetie, he can’t talk,” she tells the guy beside me. The expression she gives him is nothing close to the realm of pity. It’s flushed and enchanted. “What can I do for you?”

The guy’s knowing gaze slides from the secretary to me for a beat. There’s no trace of pity. There is more curiosity than I appreciate.

He looks at the secretary and does something with his lips that makes the woman gasp. It’s soft and only audible to the three of us.

My stupid fucking cock jumps. Heat rushes through my belly, rises up through my chest, and stains my cheeks. I’m sure of it.

Shame steals my breath.

“What do you want to do for me?” he asks casually, as though it’s not a wholly inappropriate thing to say.

“You’re going to get me in trouble.” She slaps the air between them.

“Cheers to that.” He grins, and she bites her pink lipstick lower lip.

I’m on the way to a full-blown erection. This guy is…he’s gorgeous, obviously, but there’s a deviant charisma to him that I’ve never experienced before. The secretary feels it. She looks ready to pull him in a back room and make his wildest dreams come true.

Apparently, I feel it too. Though it’s not directed at me.

Thank goodness.

I grab my side. Pain radiates through me, overruling any other reaction. My stomach pitches for a second, but I breathe through my nose, and the wave eases.

“I was sent to the headmaster’s office,” the guy states as though it’s no big deal.

“Were you acting up in class?” She shakes her pen at him like it’s going to do something besides get both our cocks up.

“I’m very naughty, Miss Booth.” The heft of his shoulder bobs in the dark navy blazer, lifting the school crest on the breast pocket. Just one side. Very nonchalant. As though the mere force of his presence isn’t doing strange things to my body.

I shift in my seat to feel my broken side once more, instead of the heat rushing through me again. This guy is a fucking…I don’t know what. A duality of spirits on my shoulders.

The angel. The devil.

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