Page 6 of Snowed in with the Professor

The notion of her going to the Olive had every protective fear in me surging. All I could think about was men looking at her, attempting to touch her, take advantage of her.

It had me nervous, possessive. It had me wanting to take her back to my apartment and keep her secure, keep her away from all the trash the world would throw at her.

I was the only one who could keep her safe, and I planned on doing just that.

I peered at her through the coffee shop window, thrilled when I observed she’d looked back at where I’d been standing, that she was hunting me out. The disappointment on her face was evident. I longed to move my finger between her eyes and smooth away the concern lodged between them.

Her desire for me was evident, and that delighted me enormously. It was because of the way she looked at me, the fact she wanted me, that I was set to take things further.

I had to, since not having Grace as mine was physically terrible, and not something I was about to entertain anymore.

If she was going out tonight, then I would too.

No man would touch her but me.