Part 68 (1/2)
He tips his fingers from his head in a salute. ”Have fun!”
Sam closes the door on his way out and his footsteps echo along the quiet corridor.
”s.h.i.+t.” I look back to Fleur whose face has switched back to unimpressed again. ”Sorry.”
She stands and straightens her clothes. ”b.a.s.t.a.r.d.”
What the...? ”Me or him?”
”You!”
”I would've stopped! You seemed okay with what we were doing.”
”Not that.” She takes a deep breath and narrows her eyes. ”Don't tell anybody, huh?”
”What? You want Sam to tell everybody he caught us at it in a study room? Seriously?”
”No, you don't want people to know you were caught with me.”
”Jesus, Fleur! No! I'm trying to stop people talking about you! You've been p.i.s.sed off in the past about me humiliating you; I don't want that to happen again.”
Her shoulders and expression relax. ”Not because you're too cool to be seen with me?”
”What the f.u.c.k is your complex about this?” I fasten my belt and Fleur watches, smoothing her hair. ”Right. You. Come with me.”
I pick up her bag, and she catches as I throw it at her. Then I grab her hand and drag her out of the room.
FLEUR.
What the h.e.l.l did I just do? I allow Will to lead me out of the building and across campus. The cold wind cools my heated cheeks, but my body throbs with the desire that spilled out for Will. How did he trip the switch, which unleashed a l.u.s.t I've never experienced before, one which almost led me to s.e.x with a member of Ruby Riot on a desk in the history department? My cheeks flare again at the thought. Holding Will's hand maintains the desire to drag him somewhere and finish what we started.
I have clearly gone insane.
Will wraps an arm around my shoulders. ”You're amazing.”
Dazed, I continue alongside him aware of little but Will's closeness. ”Where are we going?”
”Out.”
”Out where?”
”Out.” Will kisses the top of my head.
A group of people hang together outside the student union and Will marches us over. In the dark evening, they're hard to make out, but the tall guy in the centre of the group matches the height and build of the one holding me. Nate looks over in surprise, and a couple of girls wearing leather jackets over short dresses scrutinise me.
”Hey guys, this is Fleur,” Will says.
The silent staring continues.
”You not coming tonight?” asks Nate.
”Yeah, we are,” replies Will.
He arches a brow. ”Fleur wants to go?”
”Go where?” I ask.
Will looks at me. ”Blue Room.”
I blink. ”Blue Room?”
Nate laughs. ”See. Not her scene, are we?”
”I don't think I want to, Will.”
”You sure?” he asks.
”Nate's right, not my thing. I'd feel uncomfortable there.”
An awkward silence between the brothers isn't noticed by the girls chatting, but I'm aware of a tension between them.
”C'mon, man. Please tell me you're not gonna bail. We've planned this for weeks.”
I angle my body away from the group; and when Will notices, he moves in front of me. ”Are you okay?”
”I don't feel comfortable with these people,” I say in a low voice. ”Sorry.”
”Right. Should've thought. I wanted to show them you were my girl, prove what you thought back there is wrong.”
”Your girl?” I fight a smile. ”I think you have a bit more work to do before you can give me that t.i.tle.”
”Uh.” He drags a hand through his hair. ”But we kissed and... stuff.”
I bury my hands into my coat pockets and grip the rough material, confirming I'm in reality and not a dream. Will is the strangest person. First the lies, but then the bizarre gift and then... well. That. My immunity to his Campbell charms fails; always will.
”I had planned to talk to you before...um...earlier.” At least in the dark he can't see how pink my hot cheeks are.
”Right. Of course. Wanna go out?”
”I said, I don't think I suit Blue Room.”
”No, with me. Us. Alone.”
”I guess...”
Will takes my hand, and squeezes cool fingers against mine as he turns back to the group. ”Other plans.”