Page 20 of Be Mine, Cruel Valentines

“Leyton!”

I was yanked out of the moment between us, and it was like ice-cold water was splashed into my face. Ramsey backed up, and an annoyed look came over his face.

“I knew that was you, buddy. Hey, can I get some of those notes from professor Even’s class?” Bradshaw asked.

He placed a hand on my shoulder in familiarity, although I knew nothing about him. I kept most people at arm’s length.

Ramsey’s eyes darkened. The fine hairs on the back of my neck stood to attention. If I didn’t know any better, I would swear that Ramsey stared at the guy like he wanted to murder him.

Sweet little Ramsey hurting someone?I wanted to laugh at the thoughts but couldn’t bring myself to do it. He was from the Laureati family. When I’d known him, he was nothing more than a punching bag we’d latched onto for an entire year.

Bradshaw moved in front of him as if he didn’t notice Ramsey effectively pushing him back a bit.

Are you going to let him push around what’s yours?

I grabbed Bradshaw’s hand and twisted it. He let out a shout and dropped to his knees. I could get in a lot of trouble. Yet none of that mattered to me as I glared down at him. “Apologize.”

“What, man? Let me go.” Bradshaw tried to pull free, but I twisted his hand harder.

“I could break it. I could make it so that you won’t even be able to jerk off with this hand ever again.” Lowering my voice, I bent down toward him. “I said, apologize.”

Bradshaw’s eyes widened. “Um, sorry, okay? I won’t touch you.”

I clicked my tongue. “Perro tonto estúpido. Not me, to him.”

Bradshaw glanced behind him and hissed as it applied more pressure to his wrists.

“Uh, sorry.”

I looked up, expecting Ramsey to be staring at Bradshaw. Instead, he was watching me intently.

A sharp spike shot through me, and I released Bradshaw. He scrambled up and away from us.

“Crazy fucker.” He headed toward the elevator.

I ignored him in favor of resting my hand on my abdomen. Warmth radiated and seemed to spread, consuming me all over.

“I’ll ask you again, Ramsey. What the hell are you doing here?”

Ramsey’s head tilted to the side, and his gaze shifted around us. I’d forgotten we were in public. I forced myself to relax as I grabbed the folder Ramsey left on the table with the test answers.

“Isn’t it obvious?” He smiled brightly.

“Revenge?” It would explain a lot of what was happening.

Laughter bubbled out of Ramsey. When I blinked, he’d eaten the distance between us. His face was a few inches from me. It would take nothing to grab him and slam him against the table.

And fuck him till he cries.

Yes. Tears streak down his face as he takes my cock.

I forced out a breath as I took a step back. Lust clouded my brain, making irrational thoughts appear before me. I’d always thought Ramsey was cute, but there was no way anything could ever happen between us. Not after how we treated him. How I still wanted to treat him.

Hurt him, for old times’ sake.

The voice pushed me back to who I’d been before in high school. I wanted to see Ramsey cry just a little bit.

“Is everything okay here?”

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