Chapter 12 Chapter 12
Amber
That question seemed to reactivate my brain and I frantically struggled in his hold, looked at Mr. Clarke, and mumbled frantically, “No, this is not…I…him…”
"She just got angry I smiled at another girl, we are fine" Damian cut me off and I stared back at him with my mouth forming a big O.
What the fuck?
But Mr. Clarke's smirk widened and he looked at Damian with a knowing look. "Ahh, I see."
Something passed between them but I had no idea what silent communication they had before Mr Clarke.
"Right. Well. Don't let me interrupt."
He turned and walked away, chuckling to himself and shaking his head. "Young love."
By the time he disappeared around the corner, Damian shoved me away like I'd burned him.
I stumbled back, my mind finally catching up to what just happened.
"What the hell was that?" I hissed.
He didn't answer, just raked a hand through his hair and stared at me for a long moment before he started walking in the opposite direction.
"Hey!" I grabbed his arm and yanked him back. "You don't get to just kiss me and then walk away like nothing happened!"
He turned slowly, one eyebrow raised. "Odd way of telling me you want more."
My face went nuclear. "What? No! You pompous, arrogant..."
"Asshole?" he supplied helpfully. "You've used that one already. Try to be more creative."
"You fucking kissed me!"
"To shut you up," he said flatly. "You were about to blow my cover."
"Your cover? What cover? I didn't even know you were there!" I argued, folding my hands on my chest because they still wanted to grab that collar of his, kiss the ever loving fuck out of him and pull away when I wanted, not when he deemed it fit.
"Exactly. You were stumbling around in the dark like a particularly loud deer. If Clarke had caught you spying on him, you were toast. I saved your ass."
"I wasn't spying! I thought it was Alice! And nobody asked you to save me" I replied hotly.
"That’s even worse to be honest, Red. You went looking for a fight without backup. and you have no idea what goes on in the campus so don't go meddling around in things you dont understand."
"That is the bloody point. I would understand only if I knew what was going on." I turned his words back on him but he wasn't impressed.
His eyes narrowed. "Do you have a death wish, or are you just naturally this reckless?"
"Don't you dare lecture me about recklessness. You assaulted Mr Clarke on your first day and…"
“And I am still standing here without getting expelled. You saw him smile at us as he left because he totally fell for the lie that two students were making out in dark corner, not keeping a watch on him."
Was he keeping a watch on him? Why?
"You are welcome for not getting thrown in the dungeons by the way.”
The more he spoke in that infuriatingly calm tone of his, the more irritated I felt.
“Yeah sure, I should thank you for…”
"What? Common sense? Self-preservation? Basic survival instincts? You got a long list to thank me for."
How dare he?
Fury ignited in my chest and my hand rose up on its own accord when my brain couldn’t find a smart reply to shut him down.
He caught my wrist mid-swing, his grip firm but not painful, and yanked me forward until we were inches apart again.
"I saved you from being targeted as a potential threat among other things," he said, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "But go ahead and pretend you didn't like it.”
My eyes almost turned to saucers.
“I…didn’t…like…it” I forced those words out even though I could still feel his lips on me.
He leaned closer, invading my personal space. “So you deny making those breathy little noises when I was kissing you? Because I heard them clear as day"
I wanted to die. I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me whole.
Maybe I should have gotten expelled after all rather than hear him say that.
"I did not…" I began
"You did." His eyes gleamed with something that looked suspiciously like triumph. "Thrice. Once when I nibbled at your lower teeth, second when I…”
“Stop, just stop!” I was panting, hsaking my head furiously. I wanted to burn away that memory from my consciousness.
“You should have said that then but instead you moaned low.
"You. Are. Sick" I curled my hands into fists as his mouth curved into a smirk. "Goodnight, Red."
Was he just walking away after kissing and humiliating me?
“You silver surfer!”
That was what you came up with as an insult?
Eloquent, Amber. Real impressive.
I saw his shoulders shake once as if my words amused him and then he disappeared around the corner, hands in his pockets, looking entirely too pleased with himself.
I stood there, flushed and furious and mortifyingly aroused, trying to think of something cutting to yell after him.
But my brain was still short-circuiting from the kiss, from his hands on my waist, from the way he'd looked at me like I was something he wanted to devour.
So I stomped back to my room, mentally composing seventeen different ways to murder Damian Blackwood and make it look like an accident.
Bastard.
Arrogant, infuriating, stupidly attractive bastard.
I slammed the door to my room harder than necessary, making Ellie stir slightly in her sleep.
"Amber?" she mumbled. "You okay?"
"Fine," I bit out. "Go back to sleep."
I threw myself onto my bed and pressed my hands to my still-burning face.
Those breathy little noises.
I groaned into my pillow.
I kept twisting and turning on the bed, cursing Damian and my heartbeat to slow down, willing the memory of his mouth on mine to fade.
It didn’t.
I was never going to live this down.
And the worst thing was that part of me wanted him to kiss me again.
Just so I could bite him this time, obviously. I would draw blood.
There was absolutely no other reason.