It kills me a little how much I love her. I feel like I can’t breathe without her, and she’s right here with me.

I glance down at her legs, bare beneath the navy pleated skirt she’s wearing paired with black oxford shoes. She looks elegant, and she told me that she feels like herself here, in this place she dreamed about.

Another prick walks by and his eyes flash to her long-stemmed legs and I lose it. I spin around to stare him down as he makes his way past us. I can’t beat him to death in the quad, but he’ll be getting a visit from me. He can count on it.

“Riven!” she whispers harshly, even if that’s not my name anymore. I like that she can’t let go of it, that to her, I’m still the same boy she fell in love with. “You cannot act like that. This is not Castlebrook Falls.” She’s not mad at me, but she’s flustered, which is exactly what I want.

I glower at her, which makes her stand up on her tiptoes to stroke my cheek, to calm me down. “I don’t like the way he was looking at you.”

I reach my hand up and touch her fingers that are still on my face. My fingers play with the ring set there. That was my only stipulation to coming here. She could have anything she wanted, we could live wherever she wanted. The world is hers and I’m just along for the ride. But she’s my wife. Not my girlfriend, not my adopted sister. My goddamn wife and I put a diamond on her finger big enough that these assholes should be able to see it from far away. Mine. Do not touch any part of her. In fact, do not look at my wife.

“You’re staring again,” my girl says, her voice sing-songy because she knows nothing anyone does is going to beat the obsession I have for her out of me.

I pull her to me, dipping down for a kiss that is too steamy for an elite school like this. “I’m allowed to start and finish whatever I want. You’re my wife.”

Before she can say anything, I crash my mouth into hers without hesitation, claiming her out in the open where anyone can see. I want them all to see. Let them know she’s taken. Owned. Mine.

“I love it here,” she whispers against my lips. “It’s beautiful.”

“It’s yours,” I murmur. “Anything you want, I’ll make sure you have it, baby. Want me to scale the library tower and carve our initials in the side of it? Real big, so everyone can see.” I narrow my eyes, smirking at her because she needs to know that fucker from earlier is dead. I won’t forget. I will kill him.