Thornhill Academy (By Sheridan Hartin) novel Chapter 82

nothing. We watch another After she leaves (with a pointed look at Evander that says behave), we go back to doing what we do best movie, argue over whether dragons or hellhounds would make better romantic leads, and I find myself melting into the quiet between us. Evander’s warmth radiates through me, steady and grounding, and every time his hand brushes mine, a little spark dances under my skin. When I shift to stretch, his arm tightens instinctively around my waist.

“There won’t be any more day drinking,” he murmurs, lips brushing the top of my head. “Actually, no drinking at all unless I’m there.”

I roll my eyes, but my chest flutters anyway. “You’re very bossy, you know that?”

He hums, low and smug. “Protective,” he corrects, though his thumb tracing lazy circles on my hip says otherwise.

“Possessive,” I counter quietly, but the word doesn’t sting. If anything, it makes something inside me hum in contentment.

His answering smile is soft. “Maybe both.”

I don’t know what this bond is supposed to feel like. Tessa makes it sound like the stuff of fairytales, but lying here, full of bad food and worse movies,