Salem has no intention stopping this little rendezvous he’s gotten himself into.

It’s so funny to see that little look of jealousy on your face as he’s seen with yet another girl. Or the way you make snide remarks at the girls he brings to the lunch table.

He knows he’s hurting you, but how can he stop when you’re so amusing. The lunch table is empty save for you and him, and the girl that just scampered off after you joined them.

He turns to you, grinning lazily. “‘Sup, sweetcheeks?”