Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 99406 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 331(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99406 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 331(@300wpm)
“Good.”
“Good? Is this what you want for me? To be cloistered like a nun during my last year of high school?”
“No.” He closed his eyes and lowered his head. After a slow exhale, he looked at me with so much love it made my chest swell. “I don’t want you to get hurt.”
“Have some faith in me. Trust me to make choices that are right for me and the life I want.”
“I do.”
“Prove it. Accept the fact that I’m going to have sex, and maybe I’ll get my heart broken. But I’ll survive it. You know why? Because I’m a fucking Constantine.”
“Yeah, you are.” A wolfish grin split his face. “I feel sorry for the bastards you leave in the dust.” His head tipped as he studied me for a moment. “I brought you something.”
“Please, tell me it’s a silk pillowcase.”
“Maybe.” His eyes glimmered. “Actually, my car is packed with shit. I figured you hadn’t brought much with you for your dorm, so Iris and I did a little shopping. She picked out all the clothes, including a dress for your dance. And yes, I bought you a silk pillowcase.”
“Keaton…” My eyes burned, blurring his face. “You didn’t have to—”
“I wish I could do more.”
“You being here… It’s more than I could’ve ever hoped. Where’s Iris so I can thank her?”
“She stopped in to visit her parents at Pembroke. You’ll see her over Christmas.”
There were only two ways that would happen—if Magnus gave my mother a satisfactory report or if I got expelled. I was failing both of those options fantastically.
“Hey.” I bumped my shoulder against his arm, smiling. “Do you want to meet Jaden and Willow?”
“The opossums?”
“Of course, the opossums.”
Keaton spent a full ten hours with me before being chased off campus by the curfew police. It was the best day I’d had in a very long time.
He had to fly back to England tomorrow, and I wouldn’t see him again until Christmas. Hopefully.
I needed to up my power of seduction, but I was working with an impenetrable brick wall. Magnus was impossible to crack, his resolve made entirely from iron. If he had a sex drive, it was buried beneath steel plates.
But every suit of armor had a chink. I was equal parts determined and terrified to find it.
That night, as I put away my new clothes, a knock sounded on my door. I opened it to find Nevada standing on the other side.
“I heard your brother was here today.” She strolled in without invitation. “Everyone’s talking about him.”
I didn’t give a fuck about their girly crushes. “I’m busy, Nevada. What do you want?”
“Aren’t you going to welcome me back? It’s the least you can do after getting me suspended.”
“Uh…” I wrinkled my nose. “You got the wrong girl.”
“I know you told Father Magnus about Morning Worship.”
“Wrong again.” I snatched a shirt off the bed and draped it on a hanger.
“He ran that path for years. Then you showed up. The morning you caught us watching him was the last time he ran. Because you fucking told him!”
I could tell her the truth, that it was Carrie who ratted them out, but…
“I’m not a snitch.” I grabbed another shirt. “Tucker said Father Magnus runs with the football team now. Maybe he just wanted to change up his routine.”
“Yeah, don’t even get me started on Tucker. He was dating Alice, you know. But you came in and fucked that up, too.”
“I’m not loving the accusatory tone you’re taking with me. I didn’t tell anyone about Morning Worship, and I’m not out to steal Alice’s boyfriend. I didn’t even know they were dating—”
“You told Father Magnus I had pills in my nightstand.”
“What?”
“Don’t play dumb. I know you saw them when you were pilfering through our rooms and stealing Alice’s cookies.” She thrust a finger at my face. “You got me suspended for two weeks!”
“You’re so far wrong it’s like you’re trying to point fingers through your butthole. Just stop.”
“You’ve been spending a lot of time with Father Magnus.”
“Yeah. He’s my teacher.”
“You know what happens to a teacher and his student when they get caught messing around together?”
“Well, since you told me you have plans for that holy creature the next time you get him alone, I’m guessing you know the answer to that question.”
“He’ll go to prison, and you’ll forever be labeled a priest’s whore. Can you imagine the tabloids?”
“Cool story.” I stepped to the doorway and waved her through it. “Have a nice night, Nevada. Somewhere else.”
“I won’t forget this, Keaton’s sister.” She marched into the hall, tossing a scowl over her shoulder. “Karma’s coming for you.”
CHAPTER 15
TINSLEY
A week later, I sat in the third row of Magnus’s classroom, listening as his deep baritone oozed sex into the statistical analysis of economic relationships.
Not sure when I started thinking of him as Magnus instead of Father Magnus. I only knew that it was crucial in helping me separate the man from the authority figure, mentally speaking.