Friday 18 January
Rebecca
Angus dropped me at school the next morning again. There were fewer stares directed at the car, but a lot more at Angus. Once again he had climbed out of the driver's seat, and walked around the car. He stood in front of me, his hands curled around my upper arms, his dark eyes watching mine intently, his brow furrowed slightly with some hidden concern. God, he was beautiful, this man of mine. I smiled up at him and reached up to touch the pale smooth skin of his face. His lips curled suddenly, the furrows disappeared, and he leaned down to kiss me. I closed my eyes, shutting out the world so that there was just him. He pulled back too soon, his eyes burning black, nostrils flaring. I knew that he was fighting to control himself, and I shuddered with the secret thrill of having so much power over this formidable man. I was feeling dizzy again, obviously not immune myself.
"People are staring," he murmured.
"I don't care," I said, but I blushed anyway. He grinned, clearly pleased with himself.
"I'll pick you up this afternoon."
I nodded, knowing that it was going to be a long day without him. I wondered if I would ever not feel like this. It seemed impossible.
School was a lot less tedious today. People seemed to have stopped regarding me as some sort of victim, for which I was profoundly grateful. One of my classmates, a girl called Susie, had taken it upon herself to extract as much information as she could about Angus. He appeared to have made an impression. I wasn't one bit surprised, and answered most of her questions as evasively as I could without being rude.
I had debated long and hard this morning over whether I should wear my engagement ring to school. Logic had suggested that I leave it at home, or run the risk of creating a mild furore. But logic had very little to do with how I felt about Angus, so I wore the ring. I did wear gloves for most of the morning, but I had to remove them in biochem just after lunch, and, yup, it did cause a stir. You'd think people wouldn't notice a simple ring in amongst all the bling flashing around the classroom, but they did. I fielded a few more questions, and then finally admitted that I was engaged to the good-looking man who had dropped me off that morning. I sidestepped the question of when the event was going to be held by saying that we hadn't set a date yet. I smiled. Nine days and counting. I was getting better at lying all the time.