Camilla's POV continues
I'm trying to ignore him, but the way he is playing with my hair is making it hard for me to not only concentrate but breathe too. I place my notepad down and turn to face him, he grins at me, my hair now being used as a moustache for him. “Are you done?” I scowl, my voice clear with sarcasm.
“Let me see.”
He drops his gaze to the books beside me, I take them in my lap, jerking my hair out his hands. I go through the pages and most of the answers are okay, just not excellently described. I close the books and set them aside, picking up my sketch to add more detail to the daisy considering it's the only part of the drawing that I have full confidence is art, the rest of the drawing? I think it will earn me an A- as usual. Wait, what if the snake shades it's skin as it slithers through the skull like the daisy shaded it's petals?
I quickly abandon the daisy and go for the snake, adding a 3D detail to it, I begin to slowly add a second layer of skin.
“Are you done?”
I shake my head, not bothering to look at him.
“How about now?” Adrian asks.
Is he serious? It's been a few seconds, ten seconds at most since he asked the first question. If I wasn't done then how can I be done now? I quickly shift my eyes to him and sigh. “No.” I whisper loud enough for him to hear.
“Okay.” He smiles. I turn away from him and back to my notepad, analysing the tattoo design I frown, it's not coming out the way I imagined it would and that's-
“Done yet?”
I quickly turned to him, “Can't you bother Santiago or something!” I growl.
He chuckles, raising his hands as he lays his head in the direction of my feet, where I can see him. I think I liked him better when he didn't want to be near me.
He's being annoying right now and he knows it. The way he's staring at me like a wounded pup is not only getting on my nerves, it's making me feel bad for yelling at him. I put my pencil in between my notepad and close it, grabbing it and the other books, I put them on his nightstand. “Happy now?”
His sad look is gone as he sits up, “I can live with it.”
I yawn, laying down and he follows next. Holding onto my hand as I stare blankly at the ceiling lights, recalling how I freaked out last time. To be honest, it was more than just the horror movie, it simply triggered Talitha's games, the games we'd play in the darkness until one of us forfeit, spoiler, I was always the first one to forfeit.
Looking back to Adrian, I notice he seems distant, he is looking at me but his mind isn't here. Taking his hand, I entwine our fingers. “Are you okay?”
“Yea,” He licks his lip. “It's just Racheal, you think she's okay enough to go on that school trip?”
I nod, my face rubbing against my pillow as I do. “She is okay, no one saw the videos and you did beat the guy up for threatening her didn't you? ”
“Yea, pity you didn't let me kill him.” He smiles.
My cheeks flush, as I think back to yesterday when I stopped him from murdering Racheal's ex boyfriend Ivan, a twenty-four year old college student, they've been sneaking around for two months or so until two days ago when she decided she didn't want him anymore because he was starting to control her, and not in a cute way.
He threatened her with some videos he had of her, touching herself, touching him, and both of them going at it. He said he'd upload them from a private server and no one would know he did it and I guess that was the only stupid step in his plans, letting her know.
Racheal ran straight to Adrian and once she told him everything, he went to hunt down Ivan. I didn't know what was transpiring because Mirabelle and I were doing a little liquor tasting in the safety of her bedroom. By the time we found out what was happening, Ivan was already badly beaten.
When I got to them, Adrian was torturing him and lecturing him like he didn't plan on assassinating him later. When I intervened, he slammed me up against the wall, fingered me as he whispered dirty words in my ear until I pleaded with him to stop because I didn't have the vitality to cum anymore. And yes, a half dead Ivan watched me come countless times over Adrian's finger's until I couldn't move.
When he was done, he placed small kisses on my forehead and told me how I'm such a good girl before he veered to Ivan and said, "This is how you treat a woman, Ivan. Fuck her up against the wall like a slut and treat her like the fucking queen she is afterwards."
The very thought makes my stomach flutter with way too many butterflies. I lick my lips and bring my hand to his cheek, “You're a great brother, mi amor.”
His eyebrow arches, “Just a great brother?”
I giggle pinching his cheek, “And a great Alpha, a great friend, a great non boyfriend and an amazing mate.” I breathe, placing a kiss on his lips. I ignore how tense he grows at the word mate. I slowly pull away, his bottom lip between my teeth before I finally let go. He grins at the way I'm copying how he kisses me. Yawning, I snuggle up against his chest, our fingers still entwined. He takes a whiff of my hair before placing kisses on my head.
Best non-boyfriend, greatest mate in history.
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