Saint (Angelview Academy #1) - E.M. Snow Page 0,93
a few feet away. Fury is turning his gaze to blue fire, but he’s not directing it toward me.
He’s glaring at the girls around me.
“Saint!” the first girl gasps. I glance over my shoulder and have to fight not to grin at the wide eyes and expressions of straight up fear I see. “W-we were just telling this slut…”
“Call her a slut again, and I’ll ruin your fucking lives from this point until you graduate from this place,” he snarls. I turn my gaze back to him, surprised. Why’s he defending me? Isn’t he still angry with me?
The stupid girl doesn’t seem to understand the tumultuous territory she’s tiptoeing through. “But … but Saint, she—”
“Get the fuck out of here,” he barks.
I hear the girls gasp and squeak in fright, and then their feet clatter against the sidewalk as they hurry to run away. I don’t bother to watch them go, though. My eyes remained locked on him approaching me like a predator.
When we’re alone, he lowers his chin, until we’re eye to eye—his storm versus my tsunami.
“What was that?” I demand.
His nostrils flare. “Just because I’m pissed at you doesn’t mean they get to talk to you like that.”
“Not without your permission, that is?” At his stony expression, I take a breath, my heart humming and my cheeks heating. “I wish you’d let me explain,” I say. “This is all a big misunderstanding…”
“That you were at the fight with Liam, or that he was practically on top of you in public?”
Any soft emotion his protectiveness might have provoked in me is gone in an instant. I narrow my eyes and clench my teeth in irritation.
“I wasn’t at the fight with him, we both just happened to be there. And he wasn’t on top of me! The crowd was too loud for me to hear him, and he was just whispering in my ear. That’s it.”
“What was he whispering?” he asks, his tone still suspicious.
I roll my eyes. “None of your goddamn business.”
“And you expect me to just take your word that it was completely innocent?”
God, he’s acting like a jealous boyfriend!
“You can believe whatever you want, but you seem to forget that we’re not exclusive. We’re not even dating, technically. If I talk to another guy, you can’t freak out about it, just like I don’t freak out knowing you’re likely hooking up with half the female population here and—”
“I’m not fucking anyone but you.”
It takes me a moment to truly comprehend what he said. When his words settle into my mind, I gawk up at him in shock.
“Wh-what?”
He doesn’t flinch from my gaze when he repeats himself, emphasizing every syllable. “I’m not fucking anyone but you.”
Now, my heart is slamming against my ribcage and I don’t know what to say in response right away. I hadn’t thought about him with other girls too much. I hadn’t wanted to. A part of me had figured he wasn’t sleeping with a lot of other people, since he was spending nearly every night with me, but I hadn’t dared assumed he’d stopped messing around completely. To find out he’s only been with me is…
I puff out a shallow breath then drag my hands over my face. “I … I didn’t ask you to do that.” I don’t know what else to say. It’s the truth, though. It wasn’t an expectation on my part for our arrangement, though a pleasant and not unwelcome surprise.
He shrugs nonchalantly, as if his monogamy means nothing, when in truth it means a shit ton. “Why should I keep chasing pussy when I have a steady ride whenever I want?”
He’s trying to be brusque and downplay the significance of his actions, but I see right through his bullshit.
I fold my arms over my chest and narrow my eyes up at him.
“Is that why you’ve been acting like such a dick? You thought your steady ride was being jacked?”
His jaw tenses. “I don’t like when someone else touches what’s mine.”
“I’m not your—” I start but his hand comes up to cup my face, and his thumb pulls at my bottom lip.
“You keep saying that, and you keep being wrong,” he murmurs. A moment of silence stretches between us, and it’s heavy with some new emotion. I’m not sure what, or rather, I’m not sure I want to dig too deep into what it might be.
At length, I finally whisper, “What now?”
Instead of answering me, he leans down and presses his lips to mine in a quick kiss.