Page 29 of Perfect Sin
I hold up my hand with my ring. “You don’t need her name, and you can call me Sin.”
“What kind of name is Sin?” he asks.
“A nickname. Are you done flirting with my wife now?”
“I’m just being friendly, you don’t need to be a dick.” He grabs his bag and takes a desk a few rows away.
“You need an engagement ring,” I grumble.
Raven giggles. I’m glad I amuse her, but I’m completely serious. The only problem is I’m not letting her buy her own damn ring.
“Why? We’re already married.”
“Because if I have to watch you get hit on all the time, I’m going to kill someone.”
“Killing people doesn’t solve every problem.”
“How ‘bout I try it and we’ll see if it works or not?”
She leans over and kisses me. It’s fairly innocent as our kisses go, but it does the job of dissuading the guys ogling her.
I chuckle. “I seem to remember solving another problem in a similar manner.”
She shakes her head. “Yeah, well, we’re not repeating the gym incident in class.”
“Are you sure? Watching you shoot that guy down like that got me hard.”
She shakes her head, but there’s a smile on her face.
Our conversation ends when the professor walks in, and we spend the next hour going over the syllabus and what will be expected in the class. I’ve already read all of the books on the reading list, so it’ll just be a matter of writing the two papers and studying for the tests.
When class ends some of the students groan about the workload. Raven leans into me as we rise and start gathering our things. “You’ve already read all the books, haven’t you?”
“Like you haven’t?” I ask her.
She looks up at me and bites her lip. “What are we going to do with all that extra time?”
The room has cleared out, so I kiss her deeply. “I’m sure I can think of something.”
All of our classes are before lunch, which means we have to part ways for one more hour. I swat her on the ass as Ford comes up to walk her to the next class. “Behave,” I tease her.
“You know, I don’t need a babysitter to get me from class to class,” she grumbles.
“Humor me.”
Raven rolls her eyes, but she’ll tolerate my overprotectiveness.
The next hour drags, not only because it’s my statistics class. Though it certainly doesn’t help considering this is the third class in a row where I’ve already taught myself the material. I know when I get into the higher level classes it will be more of a challenge, but the requirements have to be met to get into them.
My class is closer to the student union building than Raven and Ford’s class, or even Lucien’s, and I beat them to the cafeteria and snag us a table as more and more students file in.
The douche, Jesse, is sitting at a table nearby with several other students. When he notices me sitting alone he wanders over and takes one of the seats across from me. Predictably, he spins it around and straddles the chair.
“We got off on the wrong foot this morning.”
“Hitting on my wife will do that.”
“Can you blame me? Your wife is hot. She looks familiar, I can’t quite place where I know her from.”