I wanted Kai pressed against the wall with my name on their lips.
I wanted their throat under my hand, not to hurt, but to claim.
Hold tight enough to see their eyes water with need and lips part to let me claim their mouth.
I wanted them panting against my co.ck, desperate and unguarded – no masks, no shields, no Dalton.
Just them.
Just me.
And I’d have it.
Soon.
I didn’t sit to eat.
I sat to watch.
The cafeteria was loud. Too loud. Voices overlapping like a mess of flies buzzing in my skull. But all I heard – all I saw – was them.
Kai.
Fu.cking trying not to look at me.
They ducked their head as they slid onto the bench across from Reyes, of all people. Acting like they weren’t fully aware of my eyes tracking every move they made. Like they didn’t just flinch a little when I rolled my shoulders and leaned forward, elbows on the table, hungry in ways that had fu.ck-all to do with food.
They thought they could snitch their way into a safe corner. Pretend I wasn’t right there. Pretend I hadn’t seen them follow Reyes down the hall ten minutes ago with their jaw clenched and that soft spot behind their ear red like they’d been thinking too hard.
Reyes was smiling now. Probably saying something clever and pointless. Kai didn’t smile back – not really but they nodded, eyes low.
Avoiding mine.
Again.
–
Bad fu.cking move.
They were going to eat with fu.ckhat Reyes?
Fine.
So was I.
I rose from my seat slow, predatory, letting the metal legs of the chair scrape against the tile loud enough to make heads turn. Kai stiffened. Good.
They should.
Because I wasn’t just going to watch them cozy up with someone who didn’t know how to touch them right. Who didn’t see them the way I did all fire and fracture and need tangled under that skin.
I didn’t need a reason to join them.
But I had one anyway.
–
Professor Garrett had pulled me aside like some schoolboy and told me to apologize to Reyes for shoving him into the wall and almost punching his nose… Said I had to make it public.
So fine.
I’d apologize.
Loudly.
With a smile, even.
Wicked. Predatory. Serial killer vibes.
And later, I’d follow him behind a locked door and make it clear what would happen if he touched Kai again. Or looked at them like that.
Or fu.cking breathed their name.
I grabbed a tray for show, threw on a plate I wouldn’t touch, and made my way toward them, slow and deliberate. My boots thudded against the linoleum with purpose.
Kai glanced up – just a flicker of their eyes, but it was enough to see their gaze on my bare forearms.
A gulp, an exhale, an increase of that addicting scent.
They knew.
They always knew when I was coming.
And they didn’t move.
Didn’t run.
Didn’t stop me from dropping the tray right across from Reyes, eyes locked on Kai like the
rest of the room didn’t exist.
Like this wasn’t just about apology.
This was territory.
And I was about to reclaim mine.
Kai’s voice hit me the second I sat down.
Low. Sharp. Furious.
“What the fu.ck do you want?”
They didn’t bother to hide the venom. Good. I liked them angry. I liked them being anything but indifferent.
I let my gaze crawl up their face slowly – deliberately – watching the way their jaw tightened, lips parted like they were holding back more words they didn’t dare throw at me with Reyes sitting right there like a clueless idiot.
I leaned back just enough to look relaxed, spreading my legs under the table like I owned the whole fucking cafeteria.
“I’m not here for you, sweet thing,” I said, voice low and silk-wrapped in thorns” even though I’d love to put that dirty mouth of yours at better use.”
Their nostrils flared. Pretty.
“I’m here,” I continued, eyes shifting to Reyes like he was barely worth the effort, “because I owe an apology.”
Reyes blinked. Kai blinked harder.
“To him,” I added with a tight-lipped smile that wasn’t a smile at all. “Professor Garrett insisted.”
Then I turned fully toward Reyes without waiting for Kai’s reaction.
“Sorry I slammed you into the wall,” I said, tone as dry as bone dust. “I thought you were touching what’s not yours.”
A pause. Beat. Blank silence.
Then I leaned forward, voice a little lower – just for Reyes to hear.
“But I’ll do it again if you so much as breathe wrong around what’s mine.”
I didn’t wait for a response.
Didn’t need one.
I was already looking back at Kai – just in time to catch the flicker of heat and rage battling in their eyes.
Yeah.
They knew exactly what game I was playing.
And they were going to lose.
KAI POV
I was furious.
Not annoyed. Not irritated. Furious.
Derrick could’ve lit my damn skin on fire just by looking at me. And he was doing exactly that from across the table – those damn forearms flexing under his rolled-up sleeves like he knew they were a weapon. Those tattoos that inked over his arms like sin made flesh. And those fucking eyes.
Deep. Dark. Dangerous.
But worse than all of that was his attitude.
Swaggering over to our table like he owned the place, like this was some sort of stage for his bullshit. Dropping an “apology” on Reyes just so he could threaten him with more violence, in front of everyone.
“But I’ll do it again if you so much as breathe wrong around what’s mine,” he growled.
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