Page 78 of His to Ruin

Without thinking my arms link around his neck. It isn’t until I hear an audible gasp from Christy that I want to slap myself.

“Lexy get the nurse from the teachers’ lounge and I’ll meet you there,” he tells her walking out of the cafeteria with me in his arms.

I hear Christy ask him what the hell he thinks he’s doing when we exit the room, but at this moment I no longer care what she thinks.

Chapter Thirty-five

Caleb

Idon’tknowwhatthe fuck just came over me lifting her like that in front of everyone but seeing the look of pain etched on her beautiful face was too much to bear. I can’t explain it but it was as if my instincts took over to protect her. To cradle her in my arms and take her pain away.

“You don’t need to carry me the whole way,” she says into my chest.

“Shush, be quiet. We’re almost there.”

“Your arms must be aching by now.”

“Funny. You weren’t saying that earlier when you had your legs wrapped around me,” I tease feeling her go rigid in my arms.

I open the nurse’s room door and set her down gently on the nurse’s bed.

“You didn’t have to do that back there but thank you.”

“I would say don’t tell anyone I’m actually a decent guy but I think that ships sailed, don’t you?”

“I’m good here. You can go if you want,” she says examining her ankle that’s beginning too slightly swell.

“Na, I’ll wait right here if it’s all the same to you. How does it feel now?”

“Sore.”

“Did Christy do this to you?”

“I told you; I fell.”

“If that’s the story you’re sticking to.”

“That’s how it is. Besides she’s your girlfriend. Why don’t you just ask her.”

“Who said she was my girlfriend?”

“She warned me to stay away from you. Why would she do that if she wasn’t under that impression?”

“Well allow me to correct you. I don’t have a girlfriend now and I never will.”

She looks away like I was the one who hurt her.

“I don’t believe you.”

“Sure we fucked around a few times but that’s all it was. I can’t help it if Christy has it in her deluded head that we’re together. I’ve never given her that impression.”

“I’m not talking about this anymore.”

“So it was her?”

She groans pulling her arm up to cover her face in annoyance plopping down flat on the bed.

She looks so fucking gorgeous when she’s angry. Deciding to play with her a little I ask, “Does it still hurt?”

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