Heart's Desire

Chris advanced on Skye until her back was against the locker. He put an arm on either side of her, pinning her in place. She had no way of escaping. Just as he started to lean in to kiss her, he felt someone tap him on his shoulder.
“What?” he asked turning to face the interloper. He pierced the intruder with a glare.
“I believe she said no,” Morgan answered quietly.
“And just who the hell are you?” Chris sneered, eyeing the new guy from head to toe. “In case you weren’t aware, Skye and I are an item.”
Morgan grinned. “Are you sure about that?”
Skye used the distraction to slip under Chris’s arm. She quickly put some distance between them, moving to stand beside the new guy. She didn’t know who he was, but he had excellent timing. If he hadn’t come along right then, Chris would no doubt be pawing her at this very moment.
Morgan reached out and took Skye’s hand, a current running through both of them at the contact. If Morgan was surprised, he hid it well.
“Come on, I’ll walk you to your class,” he said, giving her hand a gentle tug.
Skye smiled her thanks and walked off with him, leaving an angry Chris glaring after them.

***

“Thanks… for what you did back there,” she said after they were a few feet away.
“No problem,” Morgan murmured.
“I’m Skye by the way. And the jerk back there was Chris,” she jabbered, trying to fill the silence. Her body was hyper aware of the hot guy holding her hand, more so than it had ever been of any other guy before.
Glancing at him from the corner of her eye, she almost stopped breathing. He was easily the most gorgeous guy she’d ever seen. He topped her five-foot-one inches by over a foot. He was tanned with sandy brown hair shot through with golden highlights. His chiseled features made her mouth water.
“I take it you used to date,” Morgan commented.
Skye nodded, pulling her gaze from his face before she was caught staring. “Until I caught him making out with one of the cheerleaders. I told him it was over, but he refuses to listen. He thinks he’s god’s gift, or something along those lines.”
Morgan grunted in response.
“He wasn’t like that when we first started dating,” Skye said, trying to explain away Chris’s behavior.
Morgan gave her a skeptical look. It was his experience that guys didn’t change. She could delude herself all she wanted, but Morgan would bet money that Chris was the same guy he’d always been. She’d just been blind to his faults.
“Where exactly are we going anyway?” Morgan asked, looking around the hall.
“Oh, um, two doors down on the right. I have English next,” Skye answered.
Morgan grinned. “That makes two of us.”
He continued holding her hand all the way to the classroom. While he might have seemed impervious to the contact, he felt as if he’d been struck by lightning. He’d been warned that it would feel like this, but it had still taken him by surprise – she had taken him by surprise. Her fiery red hair, pale complexion, and bright blue eyes drew him in. He wanted to run his hands through her hair to see if it was as soft as it looked. Her scent beckoned to him, making him want to breathe her in.
As they approached the door, he dropped her hand and motioned for her to go in ahead of him, her scent teasing him again as she passed. Morgan fought the urge to pull her back into the hall, pull her into his arms, and kiss her senseless. The moment he’d caught her scent he had wanted to claim her as his mate. Seeing her pushed against her locker by her Neanderthal ex-boyfriend had made Morgan see red. He’d wanted to rip the guy to shreds and had barely contained his anger, holding back a feral growl he had barely contained the animal lurking within him.
Following Skye into the classroom, he grabbed the empty seat next to her. Setting his books down on the desk, he glanced her way and caught her watching him – again. He’d been hyper aware of her during their walk to the classroom, had seen every glance, every smile. It was flattering that she was as drawn to him as he was to her. Did she feel the pull too? Or was he just an oddity – the new guy in school?
He flashed her a grin and faced forward as the teacher stepped into the room.