Page 56 of The Gargoyle in the College

“Yes, I care about you and want a chance with you. For us to be mates.”

I open my mouth. It is tempting to agree to that, yet—

The timer goes off and he groans, moving to turn off the stove. “Think about that. Maybe you’ve been too stressed about your studies. It shouldn’t be like that. You’ve spent so much effort to get into this college. You should be enjoying your time.”

I roll my eyes. “Easy for you to say when you have no exams and no lessons to attend.”

He finishes making the spaghetti and lifts the plates. “Get a fork and let’s have dinner first.”

I do as he says. Maybe all my unlucky times led to meeting him, which has to have taken up a lot of luck.

We move on to the food. He doesn’t say anything. Maybe I’m annoying him for not making up my mind. I swallow a forkful of spaghetti. He makes decent food, given the limited selection of ingredients in my kitchen. “What if it doesn’t work out?”

He shrugs and slurps down his food. “No one knows about the future. Maybe it will work out well.” He winks. “Things we can do together and the fun we can have...”

“Or more like things you can do to me.”

“Hey, you enjoy our time together.”

A surge of heat reaches my cheek. He has been the annoying one who lingered in my head even when we weren’t seeing each other at all. Under the table, I rub my legs together. Now that he mentions that, it’s hard to forget about the times we did spend together.

He seems to see me squirming. “You know what I mean.”

“I do. You’re a horny gargoyle.”

“Horny for you, yes.” He smirks and sends my heart beating even harder. He seems to always know what to do to rile me up. “You miss me.”

“It... It has been a while.”

“Yes, you want a good fuck, huh?”

“Hey! That’s not what I mean. I’m saying it has been a while since we fucked each other and I’m—“

“Wanting.”

“No! I’ve been fine.”

“Until...”

“That really isn’t what I mean. You just want to get things your way.”

He chuckles and finishes his food. “Don’t we all? If you want something, just go ahead and get it.”

“It can’t be that easy.”

“Says who?” The smirk falls off his face and... He has a stone face now.

I swallow as I try to find a good answer to that. Says...

Probably me. Which doesn’t sound like the right answer. But...

He says, “Maybe it is meant to be easy.”

“Says who?”

He shrugs. “No one.”

I frown at him.

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