I stay quiet. I know I shouldn’t push him, but he infuriates me. He was all rude and wouldn’t let me even speak to Hunter last night but here we are at breakfast probably surrounded by a cafeteria’s worth of girls he has banged.
“Oh hey, Killian. I need my room key back,” Hayley tells him.
He shoves his hand in his pocket to retrieve it.
“You making house calls now?” Some asshole at the table behind us says.
“What?” Killian replies.
“Take me to your room and spank me,” the idiot singsongs making fun of me.
Before any of us can stop him, Killian is out of his seat and towering over the idiot. “Say it again,” he growls.
“I was only playing around, man. Damn.” He holds his hands up like he is prepared to shield his face. Does everyone know he punched Woodrow because of me?
I grab my bag and rush over to him. “Walk me to class?” I smile, taking his hand in mine.
“You better watch it,” Killian gives a final warning, and I tug on his hand until he starts moving his feet.
We get outside and I stop. “You can’t go around beating people up all the time.”
“Says who?” His jaw ticks.
“Says me.” I touch his face. “Look at me.” He reluctantly flits his eyes to my face. “Let them laugh. They won’t be taking me to their room to spank me.” My lips stretch up as he his eyes go big.
“You’d be into that?”
“I guess you’ll have to find out next time you invite me to your room.”
“You do realize the image you just put in my head, don’t you?”
“Nope,” I play coy. “Tell me about it while you see me to class.”
“You’re a demon. I bet if I checked your scalp, I’d find bumps where your horns hide.” he moves to touch the top of my head and I dodge him.
“Maybe.” I thread my fingers through his and start walking again.
“We could go to my room and play out this spanking fantasy you have.”
“That’s a tempting offer but this is me.” I stop outside of my creative writing class.
Killian presses me against the wall, his knee pressed between my legs. His head is angled down as though he is about to kiss me.
“Save it for your car or dorm room,” Professor Larson crows as she struts past us.
“That’s your cue to go,” I whisper to him, desperate for him to kiss me.
“I’ll be here when you get out of class.”
“Don’t you have a class to get to.”
He snaps his fingers. “Damn. There is that.”
“I’ll text you later.”
He brings my knuckles to his mouth and kisses them.
I hurry to get in my seat and the girl behind me taps me on the shoulder.