I ignore Beau’s remarks, knowing he’s just trying to get me upset. “What are you doing here?”
Beau stalks closer to me, much as a shark would come nearer an injured fish in the water. He stops only a few inches away, smirking down at me.
His eyes hold fire though. He’s definitely angry.
But when aren’t the Hayes brothers angry? I nearly sigh but I don’t want to further antagonize him. Not yet, anyway.
“Since you tend to get into trouble when you go to class, my brothers and I have taken it upon ourselves to keep a closer eye on you.”
He reaches a hand up and brushes a lone finger down the side of my neck. He stops where the collar they gave me peeks out from under my shirt. There, he traces along the top of it, tickling a line across my neck.
I swallow thickly. His touch is slow and
