Page 4 of Knot So Broken

I take in a deep breath as his eyes heat with appreciation.

Once my lungs are filled to capacity, I hold it. I don’t allow myself to let the breath go, even when my body demands me to.

My eyes stay locked on the stranger in front of me, just as his eyes remain locked on mine. It's like we are caught in some kind of weird trance.

I can’t deny that I am completely enamoured by him. The memory of his scent has already burned itself into my brain and I can’t help but crave something sweet. Not only that, but this man is fucking gorgeous.

It would be safe to say that he is one of the most attractive men I have ever seen in my life.

It also wouldn’t be a stretch to say that he knows this fact about himself. But from the few seconds I have had to take him in, I don’t think he would allow it to change who he actually is. That instead he is humble. A far stretch from the men that my father surrounds himself with.

They are attractive and they use their knowledge of that fact to get exactly what they want.

Narcissistic as fuck.

I war with myself as to why I get that vibe from him but I choose not to question it. My instincts haven’t led me astray yet.

Just as I feel like I am going to pass out, his lip twitches and he murmurs, “Good girl. Now out.”

My breath rushes out in a wave as my stomach clenches at the praise. I slowly suck in another breath and let it out slowly.

“Are you okay now?” he asks, cocking his head slightly.

“I will be,” I say, my voice meek thanks to the attack.

A shiver runs over his body and his eyes heat.

My own blow wide as he tightens his hold on my chin before leaning down and drawing in a breath of my scent.

He groans before pulling back away. His eyes are like fire, a mixture of lust and disbelief run across his features.

“Delicious, love.”

Another shiver runs over my body. I bring up a hand and rub it over my goosebump covered arms in an attempt to wish them away.

“What’s your name?” he asks as he lets his hand fall from my chin.

“Kennedy,” I reply, “Yours?

His smile brightens, “Theo. Nice to meet you. Can I sit?” he asks, nodding towards the chair that sits vacant beside me.

For a moment, I’m stunned. No one has ever asked to sit beside me. No one has even taken a moment to ask what my name is.

Yet Theo stands in front of me shuffling side to side as he waits for me to answer him while I sit staring at him like a stunned mullet.

God, no wonder why no one has even bothered to push past my defences. I am fucking pathetic. An embarrassment to my name. I literally had a panic attack that I had to be pulled

out from by a stranger. Internally, I scoff at how pitiful I am.

Then when he asks to sit, I stare at him with as much emotion as a fucking doorknob.Damn Kennedy, you are a real fucking catch.

I eventually nod my head, “Ah yeah, sure.” I manage to stutter out.

Theo just smiles, walking around the desks before pulling out the chair and collapsing into it. His first period books and pens clatter to the desk where he carelessly throws them. He turns his head and graces me with another breathtaking smile. It feels strange to have someone'sattention like this. Especially someone that doesn’t make your skin crawl like my father’s friends do.

Their lingering stares and wondering hands make my stomach clench in a way that is completely different to the way it did when Theo called me a good girl. I turn my head quickly away from him, wincing as I’m forced to clutch my ribs at the spike of pain due to the fast movement.

Theo’s growl echoes throughout the room. My peers all snap their heads towards where Theo is now looming in my peripheral.

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