I back away, unable to accept the comfort he offers. “I’m fine.” Releasing a long exhale, I run my fingers through my hair and give him a small smile. “I think I’m PMSing or something.”
“Come on, don’t do that.” He sounds so sad. “You don’t have to shut me out.”
“I’m going to get some food, do you want to come?” I ask even though I’d prefer to be alone.
His eyes flash with hurt, and he shakes his head. “No.” He rubs the back of his neck.
“I’ll see you later.” I head back to the academy, swallowing down the emotions which threaten to rise and spill out of me. Bad Moon Academy will not get the best of me.
Chapter 23
Draco
Raven scowls at me when she opens her door. The little vixen is wearing a pair of dark green shorts and a black tank top. If I didn’t know better, I’d say she’s trying to get a rise out of me, but she’s not. Raven isn’t trying to impress me. While I wouldn’t mind a sexy outfit, seeing her like this is almost more of a turn on. Being comfortable in one’s own skin without frills and lace is hot as hell. Besides, the tank top shows more than enough of her curves.
“Are you going to keep staring or are you going to come in?” She crosses her arms over her chest, and I snap my eyes to meet hers, away from the danger zone.
“I brought you a little midnight snack,” I say and hold up the carefully wrapped breakfast burrito.
She eyes the offering. “It’s only nine and that’s a breakfast burrito.”
With a grin, I brush past her, tucking away her delicious little gasp in response to my touch into the corner of my brain. Little Red likes the wolf, go figure.
“Well, as far as I can tell this is the only kind you eat. If you’d like, I can get you a bean and cheese?”
She wrinkles her nose. “No, this works.”
“Hmm. So I was right.”
“Perhaps,” she says. Ever so slowly, she reaches for the food.
At the last second, I pull it back.
“Ugh,” she says and glares at me.
“What do you say, Little Red?”
“Give me the food or die.”
I tsk, but let a smile take over my face because she’s cute when she’s mad. “Don’t tell me you’ve lost your manners.”
“Draco.” She places her hands on her hips and takes a step closer. “If you don’t stop messing around, I’m going to—”
“Going to what?” I ask, advancing toward her. She scrambles back and my grin turns sinister because I’m a bastard. “What are you going to do?”
Those gorgeous green eyes search mine and her brow wrinkles. “I won’t slap you when you ask me to,” she says after a minute. “Now give me the burrito.”
“Well, that’s cruel,” I confess, handing over the goods.
“It worked, didn’t it?” She smirks and unwraps it, sighing when the smell of freshly fried bacon fills the air. “If you weren’t such a weirdo about the whole slapping bit, I would have taken a different approach.”
“Are you kink shaming me?” I place my hand over my heart in mock offense. “We all like what we like, even if it hurts a little.”
She pauses before taking a bite and flicks her eyes to me. “I’m not kink shaming you, Draco. I was only teasing.”
This is said so earnestly I drop the lecture I’d been preparing. With a curt nod, I head over to her bed and lie across the mattress on my side. Raven sits near me, giving her full attention to her food. If she’s uncomfortable by my unabashed staring, she doesn’t let it show. Her hair falls in a curtain around her every time she takes a bite, which is a damn shame because I’d love to see her lips wrapped around something so big to see how she handles it.
All right, so a burrito is nothing like a cock, but give a guy a break. My dick’s been twitching for Little Red since the night she pinned me to the forest floor. I’m a sick bastard though and enjoy the humiliation. When she goes to take another bite, I reach up and hold her hair back. She gives me a curious look but takes a bite all the same. Her neck flushes when I release the strands I’d been holding and trace my fingers over the column of her neck. Her throat bobs, and I follow the motion with my fingers. The bruises have completely healed, and she doesn’t flinch when I touch where one used to be.