Page 34 of Eat You Alive (Court Legacy 4)

God, I really am scared.

This guy terrified me. He really was capable of anything.

He drew his curls back, bunching them with his fingers. “I didn’t want that to happen. Things got out of fucking hand that night, and it shouldn’t have happened.”

“It’s nice that you know that too.” Fuck, he was unbelievable. I laughed, dry. “And if that’s your way of apologizing—”

“It’s not an apology,” he stated, his voice hard, eyes narrowed. “You had a simple assignment that night. Act right. Be my girl.” His expression cooled. “That could have been an easy night. Cake for both of us, but you decided to flash your tits and shit happened.”

I shook my head. “You’re an asshole.”

“Well, asshole or not, we had an agreement. I’m not sorry about what happened, but I am sorry it happened. Like I said, it shouldn’t have, and I am sorry about that.”

What an ass-backwards apology. I lifted a finger. “Get out.”

“I will not, and I’m sorry about that too.”

I raised and dropped my arms. “I guess we’re at a stalemate, then.” I started to get my things, but he put a hand on my luggage. He was a foot away from my face, maybe even inches, and as they disappeared, I didn’t move.

“You and I still have an agreement, Red,” he said, and though he didn’t touch me, he didn’t have to. I felt every second of his proximity, the air charged with his heat and scent. It reminded me of his cum on my chest, so brazenlyhim, and my thighs hugged, my face flushing like a psychopath. I wanted to move away, but all I did was study those dark freckles across his nose.

“I don’t want to be anywhere near you,” I stated, huffing. That woodsy smell of his warmed my blood, but instead of fleeing, I got closer. Something about it felt so familiar, comfortable, and I recalled the feeling before. It was so fucking weird. I mean, the guy terrified me as much as he drew me to him.

“I don’t care what you want.” The words breathed across my face, spicy. He had gum in his mouth today, cinnamon. “But I am conscious of that, so today, I’m offering you a way out.”

“What?”

“Being with you is becoming more of a pain in the ass for me than it’s been helpful. Because of that, I’d like to see this end sooner rather than later, and since you obviously feel the same, I think you should listen to what I’m thinking.”

I was listening now, less clouded.

And he finally pulled out of my space.

I blinked upon having clear air, my oxygen free of him.

“What are you proposing?” I really couldn’t believe I was listening to this, my fingers clawing through red strands. I stood, and Wolf was analyzing my things. I had articles on the wall, stuff my dad took. I pasted them there as motivation and sought comfort in the shots. I connected with my dad through photography. Always had.

I didn’t know how I felt about watching Wolf study the photos, and though I was fully clothed, I felt naked for some reason, vulnerable.

“You see this through.The right way,” he said, scanning the photos. “No more antics. You and I are together, and because we are so serious, we’ve moved in together. That’s the story, and you follow through with it completely.”

I laughed. That definitely wasn’t ending the relationship. I came over. “How is that ending all this sooner rather than later?”

“Because instead of a semester with me, you’ll have weeks. Possibly days. I haven’t figured that out yet, but moving in together will be the catalyst of a smooth separation.” His gaze finally left my dad’s photos, and I could breathe. He pocketed his hands. “You and I rushed into things. Got too hot too quick. We moved in together because we were so drunk in love, and it all fell apart quickly.”

I blinkedand at more than one thing. Him throwing around the L-word had something to do with that. “You want us to move in together so the world can see why we broke up so fast?”

“Essentially, yeah.”

“Why?” My shoulders shrugged. “Why do you care? I mean, your own sister came at me about being with you.”

“Yeah, and that was your fucking fault.” He lounged against my dresser, his hands bracing it. “Sloane never would have talked to you had you not been flashing your fucking tits, and you made this shit way more complicated for me. You had her ready to put your head on a goddamn spike, and my friends aren’t too excited about you either.”

I twitched, again about more than one of those statements. “Why would you even lie to them? I thought this was all to keep girls off your dick.”

“It is to a degree.” His gaze analyzed the floor. His head lifted. “But it’s more for them.”

Butwhyand why had his sister said what she had in my class that day? She’d said Wolf had a hard year, and he did say he’d been out most of last. I put my hand on my bag. “Why are you pushing this so hard? If they’re people you care about, why would you lie?”

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