He kissed my head again. “My only wish is that we were in a bed somewhere so I could fall asleep with you.”
I wrapped my arms around him. “Sore this morning?”
“A bit.”
“Did you take your pain medication? Any of it?”
“Half a pill. It takes the edge off without making me loopy.”
“Good. I wouldn't want you to be in too much pain today.”
“Look at you, worrying about me like a good woman does.”
I giggled. “Of course I’m going to worry about you. I care for you. I care about what happens to you. Unlike your fucking father, who I’d like to toss into a raging inferno.”
He snickered. “Tell me how you really feel.”
I kissed his chest. “Please don’t let him make this decision for you. I’m here if you need to talk, but if you want my honest opinion, you have to press charges on these boys. They flagrantly came at you. They deserve what they’re getting.”
Clint nodded. “Okay.”
The word was so soft. So timid. So… unlike Clint. It made me want to wring his father’s fucking neck. I tilted my head back and stood on my tiptoes, placing a kiss against his lips. He paused for a split second before cupping my cheek. I felt his tongue sliding across my lips. I willfully opened up for him, wrapping my arms around his neck. And as our tongues fell together, the school bell rang in the background.
I groaned. “Fuck.”
He chuckled. “Come on, beautiful. Let’s get you to class before you experience what life is like on the other side of being on time.”
“Does it have more kisses? Because I’d gladly experience it if it had more kisses.”
“You’re a mess, you know that?”
“A mess for you, Clint.”
He gazed into my eyes before capturing my lips one last time. And then he picked me up off my feet. He tossed me over his shoulder, causing me to laugh out loud as he picked up his backpack. He spanked my ass cheeks, over and over. Until we got around the corner of the school.
Then he carried me inside, heading straight for my locker as laughter poured from my lips.
34
Clinton
I watched Mike and Aly at lunch as I sat beside Rae. She leaned against me, falling between my legs and resting her weight against my chest. I’d missed holding her like this. I’d missed taking the whole of her against me and supporting her. As I wrapped my arms around her body, threading our fingers together, she pressed herself into me as close as she could get.
Thank fuck for that half a pain pill.
“So, Clint. How were classes this morning?”
Mike’s voice ripped me from my trance and I nodded.
“Eh, they weren’t too bad. English is getting interesting again, though. Now that we’re finally onto another book.”
Aly rolled her eyes. “Right? Catch-22 was the biggest drag alive. I still can’t believe I forced myself to read that thing.”
I snickered. “I didn’t at all. I did the SparkNotes version and prayed a bit for the test.”
“And let me guess, you still passed it.”
I shrugged. “I mean, I felt confident about it today. Why? You hate me for it?”