Page 113 of Disobedient Pawn

The only thing that kept me from doing that was thinking about Saturday with Myles. We spent an amazing and relaxing day together, and for once, there was no anvil falling from the sky to crush our happiness. But I couldn’t help that I still looked up.

I needed to get my own room. It was freeing not having to schedule a shower. Rubbing at my hair with the plain white towel that the school was obsessed with us using, I wandered out of the bathroom as a sharp knock sounded at the door.

“Hey Snowflake, it’s just me.”

I smiled like a hopeless romantic at the sound of his voice. Opening the door came with a series of emotions that ranged from fucking terrified to paralyzed stupid with butterflies. In a blink, Myles cupped my face and dropped his lips to mine.

Moaning, I opened my mouth for him, and we stood there kissing for so long that my lips were swollen and sore.

“Ya taste as sweet as ya smell. I want to lay ya out and devour ya, Snowflake, like yer a fucking buffet.”

I shook my head at him. He said things no one else could get away with without looking like a creeper, but somehow it came off as adorable.

“You’re crazy.”

“Ya keep saying that, but as long as I’m yer kind of crazy, I don’t care.”

Just like that, he did it again.

“You remember to bring breakfast?” I looked at his empty hands.

He stepped back outside the door and bent down to pick up three large bags of food, and my mouth fell open.

“Was there ever really any doubt that I’d come through?”

“Myles, who are we feeding? You have enough there for an army.” Following him to the table, he sat the bags down and pulled the containers out.

“Until I know what ya like, I will bring ya everything.” He smiled wide, and I stared at his face trying to decide if I should accept this version of Myles that no one else seemed to see.

I grabbed his arm, and he stopped unloading the bags. He glanced at my hand and then my face. His eyes were wide and worried.

“What’s wrong?”

“I need to know something, and please be honest with me.”

Myles turned and rested his hands on my hips like he’d done it a thousand times.

“Anything, you name it.”

I licked my lips and breathed deeply to steady my out-of-control heart.

“I need to know how many people you’ve done this with. I don’t want to know how many girls you’ve eaten with or been with sexually.” I looked away from his eyes. “Just that you’ve acted like this…” I waved my hand at the food and then at him, trying to convey what I meant. “And it didn’t work out?”

“Oh, that’s easy, zero.”

“Zero?”

“Aye, zero. If ya want me to be honest, I couldn’t give ya a number for the other even if ya asked.” He let go of my hip and rubbed the back of his neck. “I’ve admitted that I was a player, but not now, now with ya, Snowflake.”

“So you were a love em and leave em type?”

He blew out a long breath, and I liked that he was at least as uncomfortable as I felt.

“Aye, mostly parties and random hookups.”

“And how many of those random one-night stands are going to mock me in the hallway or want to beat me up?”

“All of them,” he said, and my mouth fell open. Myles laughed, and I crossed my arms, glaring. “I’m jokin’, but yer face was precious.” My expression didn’t change, and he sobered. “One and only one. I decided it was best to keep stuff like that outside of my own school. Like Pam, she’s from one of the other academies and we met at a party.”