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“You'd better tell us everything tonight. And without omitting any details!”
“I will, don't worry,” I laugh.
Mattheo squeezes my hand, making me look at him. He raises a confused and questioning eyebrow.
“Are you seeing the girls tonight?”
“Yes, why?”
He shrugs before leaning towards my ear, his hot breath making my skin crawl as he whispers.
“Since you were such a desperate girl before breakfast, I thought you wanted me to take care of you, my angel.”
My breath hitches as I stare at him with wide eyes, my lips part in disbelief. He grins devilishly, clearly pleased with himself, before walking into the classroom, dragging me behind him. He leads us to a table at the backof the room.
We sit down and take out our books, paper and pencils. Once he has everything he needs, he places his hand on my thigh like he did earlier. He begins tracing abstract patterns on my skin with his thumb, and a shiver runs down my spine.
I'm surprised by how gentle he's been since we woke up. He was still acting like a jerk yesterday morning, and his attitude has changed so suddenly since last night... After our conversation and the events that followed, I'm still surprised to see him being so nice to me.
I had gotten so used to the insults that seeing him act like this gives me butterflies. I don't know what this means for our relationship, but I like the way he treats me, maybe a little too much. If he's only doing it for the sake of his public image, I know I'll suffer, but I can't help but feel what I'm feeling. I tense up as I realize something.
I'm starting to fall in love with him, and I'm falling hard.
This fall is going to hurt like hell.
CHAPTER 17
Aelys
Morning classes are going well, and I find myself bored far too often for my liking. So far, I already know everything we've seen in class. Mattheo sits next to me in every class and puts his hand on my thigh in each one. In the hallways, he either holds my hand, puts an arm around my shoulder, or even my waist.
This guy likes to be affectionate in public, and I don't know whether to be scared or happy with his behavior so far. I still don't know if he's doing it to keep up appearances or if he's sincere. He said he cared about me when we were still in our room, but I can't help waiting for him to go back to his old waysand insults.
He may very well pretend to be the perfect boyfriend to make our union seem more natural in the eyes of the magical world…
It's lunchtime, and I'm starving. We just came back from botany, and it's just the two of us. None of our friends have this class with us. We head toward the main hall, Mattheo's arm around my waist, my body pressed against his. Obviously, all eyes are on us. All morning, we've been stared at, and I'm starting to lose patience. Can't they just mind their own fucking business? Mattheo doesn't seem to give a damn, I'm amazed at his ability to do so.
“Why is everyone looking at us like that since this morning?” I spit as I watch a group of faeries whisper as we walk by.
Mattheo chuckles and squeezes my waist in a surprisingly tender gesture.
“They wonder why I'm being so affectionate with you, my angel.”
“But why? It's as if they've never seen a couple before!” I insist, rolling my eyes, and he shrugs.
“They've never seen me act like this with anyone before. In fact, I've never been in a relationship,” he finally admits.
I frown, confused at his words. Has he never been in a relationship? Really? And is that what this is? I glance to my left and see an empty room. I grab his arm and pull him inside, closing the door behind us. He looks at me, both confused and amused, as he leans against the wall, crossing his muscular arms over his chest.
“Can't hold yourself back any longer, my love?” He asks in a voice tinged with affectionate mockery.
I roll my eyes, mock-annoyed by his arrogance, and cross my arms.
“No, I just think we need to talk.”
“About what ?” He raises an eyebrow, curious.
“About us,” I point at both of us. “I'm completely lost, Mattheo.” I sigh, pinching the bridge of my nose, my frustration overcoming my emotions. “You said I am yours and you are mine, that's kind of obvious since we're engaged, but what are we? Are we together in the public eye but just acquaintances in private?”
