You were in Tommen’s hallway, talking to one of the basketball team’s veterans. No big deal - just a quick exchange about a group work and a giggle here and there. But Johnny saw it. And he didn’t like it. Not at all.

On the other side of the courtyard, he squeezed the water bottle as if he were going to crush it with the strength of his hand.

Gibsie arrived on the side and murmured: “You won’t even take two minutes, will you?”

“Whowe are you talking about?” Johnny growled, his eyes fixed on you and that veteran.

“Johnny, the guy is laughing. You’re going to explode in 3, 2—”

Johnny crossed the courtyard with firm steps, his jaw clenched.

You only noticed when he came to your side and said, low, but firm:

“Did he call you ‘princess’? Really?”

You widened your eyes, half surprised, half fun.

“Johnny...”

“Do you have any idea how many bones there are in the human body? Because I can break some without guilt.”

The veteran, completely disconcerted, walked away with a “I’ll already... I’m going, then.”

You crossed your arms, staring at Kavanagh, who was still looking at you as if you had committed a very serious crime: paying attention to another man.

“Are you jealous?”

He snorted. “I just don’t like idiots messing with what’s mine.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Oh, am I yours now?”

Johnny approached, his big body sticking to his, his eyes on his lips.

“Since the day you messed up my head and smiled as if you had done nothing.”

And then he kissed you right there, without warning, with a possessive and urgent taste. Because he could even try to pretend it was quiet... but Johnny never knew how to share what he loves.