Page 98 of Eat You Alive (Court Legacy 4)

Famous last words, and he swiftly left me on read after that. I mean, he hadn’t technically but he certainly hadn’t expanded. I didn’t want to bethat girl,so I waited for that talk and some kind of anything back from him.

It ended up coming on Friday.

This guy let two freaking days pass before he got back to me, and once again, it’d been texts.

Wolf:Hey. Can you come by the dorm? I’m here, and we’ll talk.

I should have been pissed at him. I was pissed at him, but I wanted to see him more.

I missed him.

Of course, I had a game plan when going into this. This guy had run like a freaking gazelle the last time we’d spoken, and honestly, I wasn’t sure I wouldn’t by the end. I was scared of these feelings, and I didn’t want to have them.

We were both so fragile.

Wolf and I both needed healing and ways to channel our feelings in a healthy way. We both avoided tough issues like the plague, and I personally wasn’t ready to bleed my heart out, but I’d be willing to try. I wanted to, for him and us, yes, but mostly for myself. I was screwed up.

But he made me feel not so alone in that.

“Excuse me.”

The words came across the threshold of our place. A big guy in a Pembroke University Football hoodie said them, and he had many boxes in his hands when he waltzed past me.

He was excused… I guessed. I did let him pass me, and the dude was flanked by a couple others. They too had boxes.

And Wolf was directing them.

He had his hands in his own university hoodie, standing in a room filled with boxes and not much else. There was our dorm furniture, of course, and a few of my things. I’d left some books out and personal items, and though those were still there, his stuff wasn’t.

What the hell?

I strode inside, stepping over more mess. He had things scattered about, open boxes mostly. “What’s going on?”

I got the attention I aimed for, deserved. Right away, Wolf looked at me, and when he did, he stood tall. He lifted a hand. “Hi.”

Hi.Like he wasn’t in the middle of a move and failed to tell me about it. “You’re leaving?”

I said this in front of all his friends, apparently football players? I recognized some familiar faces, but not from the football field. A few of these guys had helped Wolf move in here in the first place, and they’d had football hoodies on that day.

Wolf navigated between them, easy since they parted like the Red Sea for him. Our small dorm was chaos with them there, but eventually, he made it over to me. “Yeah, I am.”

He said this with his hands in his pockets. Like this wasn’t a thing when it fucking was. I opened my mouth to say something, but someone tapped him on the shoulder.

“We don’t have any boxes big enough for this. What do you want me to do?” The guy had some bedding, and Wolf waved him to the kitchen. He told him trash bags would do. Meanwhile, I was just standing there. Fucking waiting.

Wolf noticed. He eased me out of the chaos, but I angled away when he tried to touch me.

He noticed that too, his gaze flicking down. “I’m glad you came. We need to talk.”

I actually had to laugh at that, a real belly laugh. “You want to talk?”

“Yeah, I do.”

Was that before or after he was going to tell me he was moving? I angled forward. “What the hell is all this?”

And even with my voice low, we had more than one eye on our conversation. This was Wolf, and everyone wanted to know his business.

“This is what we ultimately planned,” he said, still not fucking looking directly in my eyes. He nodded. “And I wanted to let you know I made a call today.”

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