Page 57 of Burn With Me

Because of his recent absences, it’s almost a shock to see Isaac sitting pretty at the top of the classroom when I walk into my first class of the day. I stop in the doorway, eyes wide, and Selene slams into my back with anoomphand muttered curse.

“Sorry,” I say as I step out of the way.

She eyes me as she steps into the classroom, rubbing her nose. Once inside, though, her eyes turn to the general direction of my gaze and then flick back to me. “You never told me what happened between the two of you over the weekend,” she says as I shake myself and head towards the front row, as far from him as I can get.

I slide all the way down the row until there’s no seat to my left and only one open on my right—the one Selene takes for herself. “It’s nothing,” I answer her quietly.

She arches a brow but surprisingly doesn’t press the issue. I set my bag down and pull out a notebook, slapping it on the table in front of me. A moment later, I realize my mistake. It doesn’t matter to Isaac if there’s not a seat on my left; as long as there’s an opening, he’ll take it.

“Morning, Sunshine.” The vibrato of Isaac’s voice slides across my nerves with the same smoothness as molasses, making every muscle beneath my flesh jump and shiver. A chair scrapes across the floor and all talking in the room ceases as Isaac pulls it right up to the end of the table I’m sitting at in thefront fucking rowand takes a seat. “I know we didn’t spend much time together this weekend, but what’s with the no call?”

He wouldn’t. I reject it. The very idea that Isaac Icari would play this card is preposterous. Then I realize something—I have exactly no fucking idea how he plays his cards. I hardly know him.

Selene’s soft perfume wafts my way as she leans over the table, openly watching the two of us. Once again, I see I’ve been played for a fool. It was odd that she hadn’t pressed me for more information about what had gone down between Isaac and me over the weekend. It was because she’d been expecting something like this. Now, she’s got the first seat at my side to watch this little circus act go down.

“Go sit somewhere else, Isaac,” I hiss between clenched teeth.

When he reaches for my hand, the grip on the pen I just pulled from my bag tightens. Carefully—as if he’s half expecting me to stab him with the pointed end—he pulls it from my grasp. Smart of him, really, because stabbing him is exactly what I’m contemplating at this moment.

Of all the pig-headed, dumbass things for him to pull, this has got to be the worst.

He lifts my now pen-free hand to his lips and presses a kiss to my knuckles, grinning as he does so. “Now, why would I want to be away from you, Sunshine?”

Because if he doesn’t get away from me, right now, I’m going to kill him. I don’t say that though. I don’t have an opportunity because the classroom door opens and the professor walks in as two more students scramble in after him, their notebooks falling out of their bags as they hurry to the only available open seats so as not to be counted late.

Even the professor, too, pauses at Isaac’s placement—seated at the edge of the front row with his hand holding onto mine. He leans back and props his ankle up on his knee as he smirks at the professor—as if daring him to say something. Of course, the studious man doesn’t. He knows as well as anybody that Isaac Icari is the law on campus. It’s easier to let the man get his way rather than tell him he’s being inappropriate. No one will reproach him. No one is going to tell him he’s being absolutely ridiculous.

No one except me of course.

As the professor launches into his lecture, I pry my fingers out of Isaac’s and shove his arm off the side of the table. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” My words, although angry, are low and cutting.

“You left me,” he replies easily, keeping his gaze trained forward like he’s some model student. He’s well aware that everyone in the vicinity can hear his words.Prick. “I’m simply reminding you that after that night together, there’s no getting away.” He leans back even more, popping the two front legs of his chair off the floor as he arches back. “It’s you and me now, Sunshine. I’m just making sure the rest of the school knows it.”

Conniving, manipulative son of a—“This is not the place,” I grit out as calmly as I can muster.

Despite my words, I know that he’s managed to accomplish his goal. I have no doubt that the soft click-tapping of nails on phone screens whispering through the room are signs that by the end of this period, the whole of Hazelwood University will know that Isaac Icari and Aurora Summers were seen all over each other—or ratherhewas seen all overme. His words have already made their mark and there is no getting away.

Isaac doesn’t reply to my comment, so I’m forced to lean closer and drop my tone. “Don’t you think you’re leaving your friends behind?” It’s practically a plea for him to go back to his original row, but Isaac doesn’t take it.

He catches my hand once more on the tabletop and even when I try to rip it away, he pulls it against him. Pressing another soft, close-mouthed kiss to my knuckles. My heart pounds against my ribcage, electricity racing through my bloodstream. I swallow roughly.

“There’s only one way to get me to leave you alone right now, Sunshine.”

“What is it?” I know I shouldn’t ask. Whatever he wants, it’s likely too late, anyway.

He smiles against the back of my hand. The scrape and feel of his lips against my skin make me shiver. It was one fucking night—one time. Yet, somehow, the last two days have done nothing to quell the memories of Isaac all over me. Of the way his hands had driven me to the brink or of his cock sliding between my legs as he’d stolen the oxygen from my lungs. He’s doing it right now and all he’s touching is my hand.

Fuck, I’m lost. So fucking lost.

“Meet me somewhere this weekend,” he says, “and I’ll go back to my seat.”

I blanch. “Where?” I demand.

He arches a brow. “You’ll find out if you say yes.”

I shouldn’t. It’s such a bad idea. Saying yes to Isaac Icari is like making a deal with the devil. An increasingly hot and dangerous devil. I suck back a breath and shake my head. “Isaac—”

My words evaporate as he parts his lips and sinks his teeth into my knuckle. Sharp sparks shoot up my arm, slipping beneath my skin and stabbing at my nerve endings. With my free hand, I grip the edge of the table. Isaac’s teeth scrape lightly over my flesh before a glitter of something wicked enters his eyes, and he bites down. Hard.

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