Page 61 of The Teacher of Nothing
He slides out of me and lifts up so he can look at me. His brows pinch together, worry glittering in his electric blue eyes.
“How do you feel?”
“Boneless. Happy. Exhausted.”
“Do you feel like you really belong to me now?”
“Only you.”
“Good girl.”
I don’t think my heart can get any fuller without bursting.
Callum
Iwant to keep her.
On my bed. Locked in my arms. Safe. By my side. Forever.
The thoughts running through my mind are maddening. Completely out of control. I don’t understand how you can essentially embark on something new with someone and immediately drown in them.
Yet…it’s happened.
I can’t breathe.
She sucks the air from my lungs and keeps it all for herself.
At the rate we’re going, I won’t recognize myself by the end of it.
End?
The thought of ending this thing between us not only sounds ridiculous, but quite frankly, infuriating. I want to wrap us up in a blanket that keeps the world around us out.
Just me and her.
Naked and kissing and fucking and loving.
What more do we need?
“I hear my phone vibrating,” Willa murmurs, her face nuzzled against my neck. “Someone in my family is probably looking for me.”
As they should be.
I’ve accosted this girl, brought her into my domain, fucked her into oblivion, and watched twilight darken the room all in the span of a few hours.
She’s missing from their lives because I’ve imbedded her in mine.
It’s where she belongs. I feel it deep in my soul, unlike anything I’ve ever encountered before. If I could, I’d carve a hole in my chest and dig out my insides, just to give her a safe, warm place to call home.
I’mher home.
“Callum,” Willa says, once again drawing me from my insane thoughts. “I think you should take me home.”
But she feels so good, naked and sated in my arms.
“Five more minutes,” I grumble.
“You’re stalling.”
