How Not To Fall For A Dragon (Lexi and Blake) novel Chapter 22

How Not To Fall For A Dragon

Chapter 22 22- Do Not Notice The Way He Looks At You

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FINALLY, it’s lunch time again. And the academy clearly knows that I am stressed and a little tired because there is chocolate cake being served with the lunch options. Hell. Yes! I get myself a serving of what is basically a really fancy cheese sandwich, then grab a slice of cake. I don’t even hesitate, my body has already decided this is necessary. Blake follows along behind me, taking note of my choices, his attention sharp in that way it gets when he’s quietly cataloguing information, and taking my plate to hold it for me, which I think is quite chivalrous because he is also somehow managing to juggle his own. I feel a little bad since I’m not holding anything. It’s such a small thing, but I’m not used to people just… Taking over like that without being asked. When I reach to take my plate, he pulls it out of my

reach and glares at me.

“Uh… Is there a reason you’re glaring right now?” I ask, a little confused. Blake relaxes slightly and shrugs, as if he hadn’t realised his

expression had slipped into something sharp.

“I will carry this.” He says firmly.

“Well, yeah. I got that. And if you really want to, that’s fine. But seriously, glaring?” I ask, my eyebrow raised at his overreaction. He huffs

out an annoyed breath.

“Look, I can see that you’re still… A little bit distressed.” He says.

“I really have no idea how to fix these things. I’m not good at it.” He admits. There’s frustration there, not with me, but with himself.

“My instincts are telling me I should make sure that you are in a safe place and make sure you have plenty of food. But you wouldn’t be happy if I dragged you out of here because you’re all good and want to attend your classes and shit. And the academy takes care of the food thing so I can’t even ACTUALLY help with that. So I’m carrying it. Okay?” He says, a little forcefully. He pauses, jaw tight.

“It’s not for you, it’s for me. To make me feel better.” He grumbles, as if embarrassed that I might think that he is being nice again. His words land as strangely, protective, but also a little self–serving. Like he’s being honest about the fact that this isn’t about reassurance, not completely at least. It’s about control. About settling something restless in himself. I give him a soft smile.

“Well… If it will make you feel better. I suppose you can carry it for me.” I agree. And weirdly, letting him do that makes me feel better too, not because I need it, but because he WANTS to do something, anything, to make sure I’m okay. Once we are seated at the table and Blake has returned my plate to me, I decide to start with the cake. Because why not? I moan happily as I eat. Yeah, that’s MUCH better. Blake seems to settle a little too and starts eating his own lunch. It’s subtle, but I can see it, the tension easing from his shoulders now that I’m distracted and calmer.

“You shouldn’t worry so much.” He lectures between bites. I sigh

“I can’t help it. It’s stressful not knowing what I am.” I complain. He frownS

“I told you I will figure it out. I suspect that you are something rare which is just… Fascinating…” Ile trails off. Ills eyes gleam with excitement and something else… Something that makes my stomach tighten. Lust, maybe? But not the physical kind. More like the kind

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Chapter 22 22- Do Not Notice The Way He Looks At You

“Are you heading back to the dorm for free time?” He asks. I nod.

“Yeah.” I answer.

“Then I’ll walk back with you.” He says, like this was never in question. I smile, and without thinking, I link my arm through his.

“Alrighty then. Lead the way.” I say lightly.

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