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I settle for glaring at him one more time before heading out with her, catching the way Marley’s still sitting there and staring in confusion as Ollie steadfastly ignores both of them. Reminding myself while walking with O to tell him that was done beautifully later when she’s not around because she would have my balls for—
“Tell me something,” she sighs thoughtfully, waiting until we pass through the doors of the mess hall and into the crisp autumn air to snap at me. “Was the whole point of that little excursion for you to practically piss on me?”
“Pretty much,” I grin down at her, not faking repentance that I don’t feel, and shrug with the truth. “I don’t know what you expect here, Freckles. I don’t trust him, and you clearly haven’t handled it.”
“What am I supposed to do!” She narrows her eyes at me with a frustrated sound. “We literally go to the same school as him!”
“Wanna change your name to Ophelia Flynn?”
She snorts. “That’s not funny.”
“It’s funny you think I’m joking,” I scoff, pulling the door open as we get to the library and stepping behind her so that I can sneak in a squeeze of her butt. “I’m not.”
A little squeak leaves her before she moves away quickly, glaring back at me in warning. “You are walking a fine line today, and I’m not sure which side you’re landing on yet.”
“Good.” I give her a wink. “You’d never like someone boring, so say thank you, baby.”
Her mouth pops open, and I take off up the stairs in the library, trying to keep my laughter contained but unable to hide the grin that spreads when she eventually catches up. Somehow looking torn between scolding me or pulling me behind the nearest bookshelf. A look that I fully appreciate and consider taking advantage of as we clear the second floor bit by bit.
She turns ahead of me around one of the back corners of the library, and I decide we might as well, only to immediately be pushed back as she pops back around it with her eyes the size of saucers and plants a hand on my chest.
“What the fu—”
Her other hand smacks over my mouth, cutting me off and leaving me staring down into blue eyes that are full of delight and surprise as she whispers, “Let’s go back to the dorm.”
I try to mumble behind her hand and ask what the fuck is going on exactly, but she just keeps pushing me back. Damn near making me miss my next step as she trails her hand down my chest and grins.
“And maybe later I’ll give you a reason to say thank you,baby.”
She steps around me with a hushed laugh, and I turn my head, watching her ass sway with those first few steps. Getting completely pulled in by the hypnotic rhythm of it until she stops, and my eyes snap back up to find her lifting a brow at me. Her gaze amused as she moves it around our immediate area beforepulling her leggings down just enough to flash me what looks like a red thong. Killing off about half my brain cells with one shot and leaving me standing there with my mouth open as she winks.
Turning around with another little laugh that has me bringing a fist to my mouth, biting down on it to stifle the groan that’s trying to escape.
Oh, yeah….Ophelia Flynn.
That definitely has a nice ring to it.
Chapter Thirty-Five
OPHELIA - OCTOBER 2013
“God,”Lisette groans from where she’s lying out on one of the couches at the Ruins and dressed in her angel outfit. “I’m making freshmen do the setup next year in exchange for getting to come.”
I snort in the chair beside her, taking a sip of the bottle of champagne we’re passing back and forth, while musing tipsily, “Do you remember how pissed you were when I showed up last year?”
Apparently a few months of sobriety has made me a lightweight again.
“Vaguely.” She squints, her gaze moving up and down over the devil one she forced me into at the end of setup. “I was pretty drunk already from all this.” Her hand waves around the room carelessly before snapping at me for the champagne. “Which is why I didn’t make a big deal out of it.”
“That wasn’t a big deal?”
“Not even close.”
She smirks as I pass the bottle over, making me roll my eyes before looking over the crowd and checking the time on my phone to see that it’s already nine thirty.
“Where’s the boyfriend?”
“He’s not my boyfriend.” I drop my eyes to the phone with the empty words and resist the urge to check on where they’re at. “Which I’ve told you.”
