Page 112 of Vicious Knight

“I’m meeting you at the English building then I’m taking you to lunch,” Thorne whispers into my ear.

We’re lying in his bed and I’m cocooned in his arms.

It’s been one of those nights again when we didn’t sleep. Now it’s morning and nearly time to leave for class.

I turn to face him, giving him a questioning stare. “Really? You’re taking me to lunch?”

“Yes, I’ll be waiting at the door in case that prick has any more wise ideas.”

He’s talking about Aiden. I have another tutorial session with him.

Thorne releases me and slides off the bed, dragging on his boxers.

I sit up, pulling the sheets over my breasts so I can watch him. Part of me likes seeing him act all possessive over me, even if it gets a little crazy.

“What?” He smirks, and his messy just-got-out-of-bed hair falls over his eye, making him look like a forbidden fantasy.

“I have lunch with Isabelle and Mackenzie today. The two of them have been annoyed at me for ditching them over the last few weeks.”

“Well, I’m sure Izzy and Mack won’t mind if I join you.”

I give him a narrowed stare and laugh. “Izzy and Mack? Since when are they Izzy and Mack?”

“I’ve always called them that.”

“Seriously?”

“It stuck in high school. They love me.”

“They’re scared of you.”

He chuckles. “Believe me, I’m the big brother they never knew they had.”

“Maybe you should tell them that.”

“Nah. I like having people scared of me.”

I shake my head at him. “Also, aren’t people going to start talking even more if they see you with us? With…me?”

“Since when do I care what people think?” He grabs a cigarette and lights up.

“I just thought that maybe…”

“Fuck maybe. I’m joining you for lunch.” He tugs on the sheet and I pull back. “Join me in the shower.”

“Let me message Isabelle and I’ll be there.”

“Okay.”

He backs away, watching me. When he walks into the ensuite I release the breath I’m holding.

This is how we’ve been since the night of the alleyway. That was two weeks ago.

I’m starting to feel less like a hostage and more like his… girlfriend.

Except I’m not.

Thorne doesn’t seem to think about us like that. He just does what he wants.