Taking the Reins

Yeah, well. Don’t be that guy, Brady. Don’t be the guy who loves his horse too much.

No,” I muttered into my pillow. “I’m dead. Leave me to decompose in peace.

My mouth went instantly dry as I looked at him, his eyes unwavering on mine. My heart thudded in my chest and all I could think was delicious, delicious, delicious.

Instead, my heart was pounding like crazy as the driver pulled into the long circular drive that would bring me to the front of the Rosewood Academy for Academic Excellence—my new home for the next ten months. The windows of the car were tinted, so no one could see in, but as I was in one of several limos (mixed in with Range Rovers, Audis, Mercedes' and other cars of the famous and wealthy), no one really paid attention. And,

You’re one of us now. Rosewoods look after each other.

He’s beautiful and broody; what’s not to like?

I was not a believer in instalove. So said the rational part of my brain.

The windows of the car were tinted,