“And I’m going to trust you, sweetheart. I have to. I can’t lose you. The past two weeks were hell. If my head tries to fuck with me again, you have permission to smack it.”

I kiss him again and then let out a giggle when he picks me up, spinning me around. My chest is no longer tight and all the sadness that plagued me is gone.

This is what happiness feels like.

Trapped in Callum Park’s arms, locked in his possessive stare, and spoiled with tender kisses.

There’s nowhere I’d rather be.

Chapter Twenty-Five

Callum

Cold rain assaults me as I run from the building toward my car, splashing through puddles, no doubt ruining my leather Dulce & Gabbana calfskin dress shoes. Nothing can ruin my mood, though. Not even destroying an eight-hundred-dollar pair of shoes.

Why?

Because I have my girl back.

Fuck.

I did not come to school today expecting to reconcile things between us. That was the last thing on my mind. Seeing her, though, broken and fading away was too much to bear. The past two weeks have been all for nothing.

She didn’t betray me.

Guilt slides around my throat and constricts, choking me. I fucked up because I let my emotional baggage get in the way. What could have been a conversation, where I let her explain, could have meant we could have been happy. I let what Jamie had done to me infect what I had with Willa. It wasn’t fair to either of us.

By the time I reach my car, I’m soaked to the bone. I hit the button on my fob and am stopped dead in my tracks when someone pops up from behind an SUV. The other man—or student in this case—is also drenched. His hoodie is pulled up over his head, but I’d recognize that piece of shit face anywhere.

Levi fucking Paulson.

“Mr. Paulson,” I bite out in an icy tone. “May I help you?”

He lifts his chin, sneering at me. “Stay the fuck away from Willa.”

A burst of fiery wrath surges up inside me, chasing away the chill of the rain. “Watch how you speak to me, kid. We’re on school grounds. I can have you expelled for threatening a teacher.”

He laughs, cruel and callous. “Nah, Park, I think you’ll let me slide this time.”

“Doubtful.” I prowl toward him, fisting my hands at my sides to keep from smacking the shit out of him. “Go home, asshole.”

“Willa is mine,” Levi snaps. “Not yours. Fucking mine.”

I want to challenge him on this, but that would mean owning up to the fact I’m fucking a student. This prick will only use that information to try to destroy me. I’m well aware I need to tread lightly.

“She’s your sister. Don’t be disgusting.”