Page 397 of Vicious Saint
Be better.
Even if it’s only for her.
I love this girl…past the need for football…past the ego…past the point of fucking madness.
It’s why I’d not only die for Hendrix without question.
I’d live a thousand lifetimes with her too.
“But you had your sights set on Vanguard since you were a kid.”
With a nonchalant shrug, I tell her, “I’m not the same person I was then. Plus, I got an empire waiting for me to take over.”
Hendrix stares up at me in awe, lips parted, leaving those big green eyes glistening as they smile. And goddamn this girl could look at me this way a million fucking times and I’ll never get sick of it.
“You’re coming with me to BU…” She breathes. “Like really coming with me?”
“How else are we gonna live in our little dark, morbid, emotionally dependent world?”
Hendrix squeals with excitement, then throws her arms around my neck. “I love you stupid.” She kisses me hard, remaining this way as she adds, “So fucking stupid.”
Gripping the nape of her neck, I inhale every bit of her like she’s my oxygen.
“I got you a present, baby.”
“Mmmm?”
“Wanna see what it is?”
“Does it involve my mouth leaving yours?”
I chuckle against her. “I’d say so, yeah.”
“Then nope.”
She attempts to fall into a makeout sesh, and as much as I’d love to have this end with me fucking her senseless against the wall, I stick to the plan and detach myself.
Hendrix lets out a whine, and fuck, the sound of her neediness is its own aphrodisiac.
Stick to the plan, asshole.
Sex later.
Before I allow myself the chance to surrender to my needier dick, I pull out the small box I have stuffed inside my suit jacket pocket.
Hendrix’s eyebrows shoot up her forehead.
“Relax, Jimi. It’s not a ring.”
She whooshes out a breath. “Oh, thank fuck.”
Most guys would take offense to that, but I’m not like most guys—and I take plans for the future seriously.
Hendrix and I decided a while ago that we were going to take our time getting through college, careers, and enjoy the quiet moments that are owed to us.
Plus, when I propose to this girl, there’s no fucking way it’ll be as basic as getting down on one knee in an ugly ass graduation gown.
I hand the box over to her, and with a curious eye on me she opens it.
