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Marco
“You sure you won’t come in?” Evangeline keeps my hand in hers as I idle in front of Brightwood Prep.
“No, babydoll. I want to spend time with you, believe me, but I’m pretty sure I’m just a distraction. I want you to do your best.”
“But what about you? And college?”
“College is for you.” I lean over and kiss her. “And I’ll be with you every step of the way.”
“So what are you going to do all day?” She’s reluctant to let me go, and fuck if I don’t love that about her.
“I have some business. Nick’s given me assignments.” It was a fight when I told Sophia that school wasn’t for me anymore, that I wanted to take more responsibility in the family business. She had it out with me, then she had it out with Nick who, surprisingly, backed my play. But, in the end--and only after some shenanigans between them in their bedroom--Sophia relented. “I’m going to make you proud, babydoll. That’s all you need to know.”
“I’ll worry.” She adjusts her new glasses. She only tends to wear them when she’s driving, but she looks cute in them no matter what.
“Don’t worry. Nick wouldn’t give me anything dangerous. Sophia would kill him.”
She seems to consider my words, then nods. “Yeah, she really would.”
“See?” I kiss her again, cupping her face and leaning into her, caressing her tongue with mine as schoolkids gawk at us as they enter the school. I can’t get enough of her, and if they want to watch me stake my claim on my woman, they’re welcome to do it. At least they’ll know that touching her will be met with particularly vicious punishment.
Her touch is addictive, and I have to force myself to pull away or we’ll be doing a lot more than kissing in the parking lot.
She licks her lips as I lean back.
“Have a good day, babydoll. I’ll be back to get you right when school lets out. If anything happens, text me. If any of those lacrosse pricks talk to you, text me. If anyone—”
“Bothers me or touches me or looks at me funny—”
“Text me,” I finish for her.
She rolls her eyes. “Trent won’t be here. I think I’m good.”
“Text me.”
“Fine.” She leans over to me, grabbing my coat and pulling me back to her mouth. Her aggression is a turn-on, probably because it’s so rare. So I meet her tongue with mine, kissing her like I’m starving for her--which I already am. I woke her up with my mouth on her sweet pussy, and now she’s making it impossible to leave her.
Dragging her into the backseat seems like a totally viable option, but she pulls back and smiles. “Okay, I’m off to science class.”
“Text me,” I remind her as I grab her backpack.
“I will.” She takes it and opens the door. Stepping out, she shoulders the bag, then turns to me, her cheeks pink, her eyes bright. “I love you.”
Like a bullet to my heart, I take her words deep inside. She hasn’t said it before. I wanted her to so badly, but I didn’t want to push her. But she just gave me the words, a gift greater than any in the world.
Before she can move, I’m out of the car and running around to her. Lifting her in my arms, I twirl her in the air and kiss her again as she clutches my shoulders.
When I finally set her on her feet, I can’t stop smiling.
“I love you, too.” I fix her knit hat so her ears will be warm.
“I’ll see you this afternoon.” She steps back, her smile matching mine.
“I’ll be here.”
“I know you will. And Marco?” She takes another step.
“Yeah?” I can’t stop smiling, grinning like a fool as I stare at my treasure.
She smiles, too, her warmth like a burst of sun. “I’m so glad I decided to hang out with the bad crowd.”
