ROBB nudged Jon with a wide smile as the lecture wrapped up and students started packing up. He nodded toward Daenerys. "There goes your new girlfriend."
Jon glared at him, repulsed by the very thought. Daenerys' elfin prettiness didn't negate her endless yapping. Nor did it nullify the fact that he found her as interesting as listening to the same lectures decade after decade.
"This is ridiculous. Sansa wouldn't do anything in a town so small." He thought that statement over for a moment. "If something happens, we can double our donations to the annual town fundraiser."
"That would make you feel better, would it? Ease your conscience. Sansa won't care one way or another." Robb gave him a push in Daenerys' direction.
The silver head girl sat at her desk with her phone to her ear, chatting endlessly over some bland party she was planning. If he drained her himself, would Robb forgive him? Doing his best to contain his annoyance, Jon waited until she ended the conversation before stopping in front of her desk.
"Your birthday's coming up. Want to go for drinks?"
Daenerys' focus turned to the books on her desk as she closed them and quickly stood up.
Relief washed through him.
"Just because all the girls think you're hot, doesn't mean you can spend four years being a jerk to me and then ask me out." She flipped her hair in a somehow condescending manner and promptly left the classroom
A few girls tittered near him. Their eyes dancing away when he glanced in their direction.
Jon could see it now; the rumors going around connecting him to Daenerys. Not happening. "Girls," he said, his voice a low tempting hum, drawing them in; like victims to a trap.
A hand tightened on his shoulder. "Don't do it."
"Why not?" Jon looked away, breaking the girls' connection. Their rigid bodies and blank eyes sprang back to life as he turned to Robb.
"You can't alter their minds, because it's not over. Sansa's still here, and Daenery's still in danger because of you. If people think you like her, it won't be so weird when you hang out with her."
"I'm not hanging out with her," Jon muttered.
"You will. I'll even join you at the bar. Just keep an eye on her. You don't have to do anything else."
The group of girls exchanged whispers as they stood up to leave, their minds clearly still on him and Daenerys. One of them even winked and spoke to him.
"See you tomorrow, Jon. Daenerys' planning a party for her birthday, you know."
"'Bye, Robb," another girl teased, her voice as inviting as a welcome mat. She made a 'call me' gesture before the group disappeared out the door.
Robb grimaced. "It's just until we know Sansa's intentions."
Sansa sat calmly, flipping through a luxury real estate magazine, seemingly oblivious to the hell she'd created for him with her little joke.
"You two look drawn. Are you hungry? I know someone we can dine on."
"You mean somewhere we can dine, right?" Robb raised an eyebrow.
"Yes, that's . . . that's what I meant," she said, grinning and sneaking a peek at Jon.
"I'm good for now," Robb said, rolling his eyes.
"Did you have a grand feast of squirrels and raccoons? Maybe a larger animal if you're lucky." Sansa folded one of the magazine pages.
"We came across Bambi and his mother a few weeks back. Mama deer actually tasted better than I would have imagined." Jon studied her face, trying to get an idea of what was going on behind her amused eyes.
"Sounds tragic," Sansa answered, tossing the magazine aside.
"Could have been better." Jon shrugged.
"I had the most amazing meal before flying here. Some businessman who invited me back to his place for dinner. Told me he had good taste." Her tongue darted out and swiped across her lips. "He was right. He tasted amazing. So did the one that grabbed me as I returned to the bar."
"So you won't be looking for food anytime soon?" Robb asked.
Sansa smiled, stretching her lithe body, and softly moaned before lowering her arms. She locked eyes with Jon.
His eyes remained fixed on the mischievous ones that stared back at him. The depth of those azure pools promised the destruction that awaited him would be worth it.
It was so easy to picture the way she'd looked the last time he heard that soft sound escape her lips.
And just like that, he was caught in the memories.
"Jonny." She moaned, her inky lashes fanning out. "Harder."
He'd eagerly answered her request. Pounding into her until the walls cracked around them. There wasn't any sweat clinging to them or breaths to catch, only matching bruises littering their bodies. He ached to touch her now. Run his hands along her skin as her eyes swallowed him up until he was drowning and lost in the very essence of her.
"Jonny," she teased him now, almost as if reading his mind.
Jon jerked away from her knowing look and headed for the stairs. He wasn't self-destructive enough for this shit.
But his body refused to cooperate with what his mind already knew. The pressure in his pants was slow to deflate as he shut his room door and locked it.
A locked door couldn't keep Sansa out if she wanted to play her games. But for now, it seemed as if she was testing the waters. Teasing and waiting before she made a move.
