The class ends, and the usual swarm of little women gather around me, asking me shit they already know.
I gaze up at Paige and see her standing there. She seems so dainty and childlike today with her hair up in a messy bun and minimal makeup.
The camisole top she wears is the only thing that shows off her breasts, and the little shorts her legs.
We must be thirty feet apart, but she could be standing right in front of me. She walks away when more students approach me, and I stare after her, wanting last night all over again.
She’ll be going back to The Dark Odyssey tonight.
What will happen then? She doesn’t know what she signed up for, and I’ll be the first to kill any motherfucker who touches her the way I saw those men touching her last night.
So, what should I do?
Is this it?
Was last night it?
Us staring at each other just now was what? A silent bid of the end?
Fuck no.
I can’t do it, not when I still have the taste of her on my lips and the feel of her lingering on my fingertips.
I have a really bad idea.
A really bad one, but one nonetheless that I can’t resist.
It’s one that still makes me a player in the game.