Page 266 of Vicious Saint
“Of course, I understand.”
Without any trace of offense, Saint reaches over, tapping a kiss to my forehead then pulling me to his chest.
“I wanna say it too, you know,” I admit sheepishly as he runs lazy fingers up and down my arm. “Just not when it feels like a response.”
“I guess I can see that.” He stays focused on where he’s caressing me. “Whenever you’re ready, Jimi. I’m not going anywhere.”
After a borderline creepy amount of gawking, I say, “Man…I’mnevergonna get used to soft Saint.”
With his hand moved on to twirling my hair, Saint huffs, “Yeah, well, don’t go tellin’ the kids, now. I’ve got amentally derangedreputation to uphold.”
“You stay surprising me, Letterman. You know that?”
“Oh, please.” He scoffs. “As if you didn’t know I was obsessed with you this whole fucking time.”
“I thought it was all part of the game, chase, or whatever. Then after The Pit…well, enterhatred.”
“If it makes you feel any better, I didn’t want to hate you.”
“I don’t think I wanted to hate you either.”
He looks down at me with a stupid sexy grin. “Well, that shit is for the pigeons, now.”
“Don’t you mean birds?”
“Pigeons are birds, Jimi, just the Annalie kind.”
“So…trashy?”
Booping my nose, he says, “Exactly.”
Hard knocking at the door startles me upright. “Shit. That must be Carlo.”
Saint grumbles something like “fuck that guy” but doesn’t protest when I jump out of bed.
“Underwear, Jimi,” he demands as I begin jogging to the door in his white tee.
“Oops.” I go back where they’re thrown on my chair, quickly picking them up, sliding them on, and about to move again.
“Pants.”
I roll my eyes and snatch his sweats off the floor, putting them on too.
Thankfully, naked Saint has enough brains to go into the bathroom before I open the door, not that it matters, Carlo is more than privy to the shenanigans happening every night in my dorm room. But his loyalty to me seems to have trumped his loyalty to my mom and Vic for some reason.
“Buongiorno, signorina.” Carlo greets me good morning, then asks why I’m not ready for class yet.
“Shit, shit. It’s Friday, not Saturday.”
Fuck, man. Days really start to blend when you waste so many of them having sex.
I thank Carlo for the reminder, reassuring him I’ll be ready in a jiff, then slam the door.
“Saint!” I whisper into the bathroom. “We’ve got school in like thirty minutes.”
More grumbles, mostly how much he doesn’t give a flying fuck about our drawing class.
You know…the one he thrusted himself into…
