He frowns. “Of course, I—”
“The police don’t have to know it was me, do they?”
He arches a brow. “I think our shithead friend here might—”
“What, contradict the word of the esteemed principal of a very wealthy, prestigious private school?” I glare at Lorenzo, who’s holing his bleeding face.
Slowly, Colton starts to grin. “I’ve mentioned how incredible you are, right?”
I smile as he pulls me close, and when he kisses me slowly, I melt against him.
“Go, angel,” he murmurs. “I gotta call this in before a neighbor or someone else does after hearing those shots.”
I freeze. Shots.
“Colton—”
“Self-defense, baby,” he says quietly. “I’m going to be fine here. But you need to go, now, and get back to your dorm without anyone seeing you. Think you can manage?”
“There’s a lot of campus safety officers out there,” I say, my mouth twisting.
Colton shrugs, grabs the gun off the ground where he’s left it, points it at the back fence and fires off the rest of the shots in clip. I cling to him, covering my ears until it’s over.
“Well, now every campus safety officer and cop in a three-mile radius is on their way here,” he growls, a half smile on his face.
“Colton, I can’t let you just tackle this yourself.”
“You can, baby,” he growls. “Now go, now!”
He kisses me fiercely, and I gasp into his lips before he pulls back.
“Brynn.”
I raise a brow, and he smiles.
“I love you.”
I blink, my heart swelling up before I slam into him, hugging him fiercely. “I love you too.”
“Now go, baby. Please. Go so I can make this right and end this shit with this asshole.”
I nod, backing away from him, squeezing his hand.
“Hey Colton?”
He raises a brow and I giggle.
“Maybe put some pants on.”
I kiss him once more before I turn and run. And I just keep running, all the way back to the dorms.