Page 168 of Satan's Spawn
“Do you really mean that?” I breathe, grateful for the song’s lower registers.
“I do.” He responds honestly, but there’s disappointment in his answer.
“Why is that a bad thing?”
Pain flickers in his gaze when he says, “’Cause the Devil’s no longer meant to touch the sky.”
My hand finds his face, his skin always so soft against the chiseled bone. “You’re not the Devil, Crayton.” I stare right into those beautiful sapphire eyes, imploring him to understand.
Crayton is so much more than his insecurities lead him to believe. I’ve seen it, I’ve felt it.
I know it.
And if I’m the sky, then he’s the sun, burning me, lighting me up.
Torment wrings his gorgeous features, as if recalling a terrible memory. “You’re right,” he straightens me so we can continue dancing, and his voice grows louder over the music. “I believe you said I was Satan’s spawn.”
“That was before I got to know you.” I match his tone.
“You still don’t know me.”
“I know enough.”
An ice cold presence at our side pops the tiny bubble I’ve safely stowed us away in.
In a split second we’re back in the dining hall, on a dance floor surrounded by nosey peers.
We’re no longer alone.
He’s no longer mine.
Alexis is standing there with a sardonic smile, attempting to come off friendly for the adults. “Get your skanky hands off my man, bitch.” She says, still trying to appear cool. “Or I’ll make you fucking wish you were still gagging on west coast dicks.”
I gauge Crayton’s reaction, but he’s back to that blank mask I can never interpret.
I’m digging into my shallow arsenal of comebacks when something Archer said has my lips curling into a vicious grin.
“At least the west coast dicks actuallywantedme gagging on them.”
I don’t need to elaborate further, because the scowl marring her face tells me the dig did the job.
Archer was right, Crayton doesn’t allow her to suck his cock.
“Cray, baby,” she runs a finger down the chest I was just pressed against. “That was Daddy on the phone, he said he’ll be here in five and can’t wait to catch up with you and Cillian.”
I’m silently begging Crayton not to do this to me again, not to turn me into the doormat I’m sure everyone thinks I am.
Begging him to be my sun.
Because the sun could never turn its back on the sky.
Except that’s exactly what he does as takes off with Alexis on his arm, leaving me in tears and running off into the bathroom.
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CRAYTON
The look on Rebecca’s face when I left her for Alexis managed to form a tiny crack in the organ I thought was too fucked up to feel an ounce of remorse for a woman.
