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So, I look back at the dean with a dying heart. She doesn't see that the inside of my chest is caving in, and my blood is running cold. She doesn't see how uninterested I am in her conversation.
“I wanted to ask. Is Ms. Velz attending?”
“I don't know,” I mumble.
“Does she intend to be a part of the school's program now? What’s her stance on—” Her words drown out as I flick my eyes to the entrance. My heart shuts down then comes alive again and skips to my throat, blocking my airway as my stomach does something of what I can now identify as flutters. Actual fuckingflutters.
The thumps beat rapidly against my ribs when Anita steps through the arch, her presence alone filling the room with a magnetic essence.
I've lost my ability to breathe, and I’m stuck in place, like stone. Her eyes search the room for a second until she locks eyes on me. That only makes my head heat up and my belly to flip over, crashing down like a wave.
So, this is what it feels like.
Anita smiles at me and does something I thought she wouldneverever do. She dips her head with a slight bow with a raise of her hands at her midsection.
She signs the letter ‘G.’
Hell has frozen over, or it's blazing above in a fiery bliss.
I release a ragged breath, and my heart to slam against my chest. My hands unclasp from behind me as I smooth down my tie that fills a few inches tighter.
“Fuck,” I choke out.
“Sorry?” The dean says confused. Shit, she’s still here. I place up my hand respectfully, moving myself from her.
She hoods her eyes with a gentle grin, her smokey eyeshadow translucent to her black lipstick, giving her a full-on beautiful glow like the goddess of death. My eyes follow her as she strolls over to the tree with a small box in her hand. I trace the path of her exposed shoulders and dip to her back, down to her curvy waist along with her heart-shaped ass.
Before I know it, I find myself floating to her like a magnet, luring me into her black cloud of delicious chaos. By the time I make it to her, she's staring up at the height of the tree, holding this mysterious box. Her back to me, I loom over her like a shadow, ready to absorb every inch of her. Her shoulders relax, and she twists around.
“Oh,” she says startled, jumping back, but I wrap an arm around her waist before she hits the tree. My hand resting more above her ass.
“Did I spook you?” I say close to her ear so she can hear me over the music. My dick hardens as she shivers in my hold.
She rests a hand gently on my chest, cocking her head back to see me. A gleam plays on her brown eyes that’s even darker due to the black color.
“No,” she continues to smile bright like the sun feeding a sunflower field.
I expect her to push me away since we’re in public. She doesn’t.
So, I take advantage of this moment and slide my hand up her back, enjoying the fabric of her dress, but I would rather get a touch of her skin. The dress is entirely gorgeous, but I’m suddenly jealous that it’s able to cling to her skin when that’s what I want to do.
“You scared me,” I admit.
Her brows pinch slightly. “Why?”
I swallow, wondering if I should say or leave it. I go with it. “I thought I scared you away, and you left for good.”
She sucks in a light breath as her lips part. “I’m not afraid of your demons. We’ve become the best amigas.”
A cute smile grows on her mouth, and I shadow her movement because I remember saying that exact thing when she held her gun to my head.
I skim over her face and hair like a sculpture. Her normally wild hair is high up, providing a full depth of her subtle cheekbones and slender jaw line. I’m fighting the urge to not kiss her in front of the entire student body. But my professionalism is slowly creeping away.
“You're beautiful, amor.” I dip my head back to her ear, taking in her intoxicating scent. “And I missed you.” My admission sends a gallop to my heart like a horse is kicking it.
Due to her high heels, she stands almost near my nose now, making it easier for her to lean into my ear and brush across it. The tease spikes a tingle in my balls.
“I was gone for a day.” She tilts her head back to look at me again, flushing her thigh against my zipper.