Page 91 of Firestorm
Come to think of it, she hadn’t asked me a single question. Not even the first day I’d met her, when we were in ourHistory of Affinitiesclass together. She hadn’t even asked my name.
But in her defense…I hadn’t exactly asked her anything, either. She’d allowed me to follow her around again, but I hadn’t really tried asking her too many questions. Like, why was she so forgiving? And kind? And smoking hot?
Why the fuck was I following this girl around? I still couldn’t believe she was giving me a chance after what’d happened at the party. She’d forgiven me, and we’d mostly gone back to normal, but I was still in shock. She was so amazing and I was so…
Pathetic.
I rolled my neck, trying to free myself from some of the tension of my own inner voice talking shit to me. The fact that that inner voice sounded just like my mother was not something I ever wanted to unpack.
And why had Skye defended me?
Twice.
She’d defended metwice.
That was two more times than anyone else had ever defended me.
I had just been so fucking rude to her, but the moment Lana threatened me, Skye almost killed her.
As usual, I ignored the thrill that went down my spine whenever I remembered how vicious she’d looked that night. The glare in her silver eyes was nothing like any glare she’d ever sent my way, and the way she gripped Lana’s face and forced the eye contact was really…
I swallowed thickly.
Of all the weird things that turned me on…that was probably the weirdest.Add forced eye-contact to my growing list of weird kinks.
Suddenly, the dormitory doors opened, andthank God, out stepped my current mental fixation.
Skye was as beautiful as ever, dressed down in some sinfully tight yoga pants and a deep green sweatshirt.
Amen’ssweatshirt.
Awell-worn, men’s sweatshirt.
I almost growled in irritation. Her seeming disinterest in me suddenly made sense. There was already a man in this picture, and Skye did seem like the type not to want a whole Chain. No wonder she wasn’t interested in me. Someone had beaten me before I even knew there was a race.
That, and you fucking insulted her, my inner voice hissed at me.
I bit my lip hard enough to draw blood. I’d come to apologize. I’d already apologized once, but this was supposed to be a real apology. A real apology and a…pleafor things between us to change. I didn’t want to just follow her around anymore. I wanted to go back to our flirting and dates and kissing and maybe…more than that.
I was about to run for my life, all my bravery gone, just as she raised her head and caught a glimpse of me through her long, dark lashes. Her silver eyes lit up with excitement, and she smiled.
She fuckingsmiledat me.
Who was I kidding?She was totally into me.
Would she want to wearmysweatshirt? I had plenty of them. And who the fuck had given her this one?
“Hey, fireball.” she said playfully, and if I had a tail, it would bewagging. Was I really just telling myself she wasn’t interested in me? Me from ten minutes ago really was stupid.
“Hi,” I chirped, then cleared my throat. “Headed out?”
Skye sniffled slightly, and my eyes widened as I took a better look at her. Her nose was a little pink, and her eyes were rimmed red. She didn’t have any of her makeup on, revealing adorable, naturally flushed cheeks.
She’d been crying.
Without giving it much thought, and without considering her two besties at her side, I surged up the steps and pulled her into my arms for a fierce hug.
Skye squeaked, her hands going to my chest as if she were about to fight me off, but then she softened slightly as she realized I was only hugging her.
