Fifteen

Alexios POV

"We are late for class." She was nervous. Was I too hasty to have kissed her? Or is she nervous because I am finding it difficult to control the urge of claiming her as mine... Of marking her.

Class? Like he would dare disobey my order.

"No, we will be right on time." I told her swallowing in the urge to beg her to leave school with me. The urge to take her away to somewhere private, somewhere no one will listen in on our conversation. A place where I can have her open her thoughts, and her fears to me.

"How can you sound so certain? Come on we should go." She surprised me by linking her fingers with mine as she tried pulling me outside with her. Chuckling, I let her pull me along. As we got to the class, she tried pulling her finger away from mine, and when she noticed I wasn't letting her, she looked at me with her cute eyes pleading.

"Why?" I mouthed. I did overhear her conversation with Skylar, but I can't confront her or be too forward about it as it is illogical for