Page 97 of The Rule Breaker
“Did you forget we have practice this morning?” Nathan raises an eyebrow. “You’re late, and still half-dressed.”
Trust me. I’m more dressed than I was a few minutes ago.
“Yeah, I know. Thanks.”
I want to glance at Isabella—just a quick look, to make sure she’s still hidden—but if I do, I’m dead. Nathan will catch me, and that’s not how I plan on dying today.
Nathan groans, rubbing the back of his neck. “My shoulder is killing me.”
My eyes flick to him in desperation. Fuck, I need him to just get out.
“Can I use your massage gun real quick?”
I blink. “Yeah, sure,” I say, waving him off. My brain is still stuck on how the hell I’m gonna get Isabella out of here without Nathan noticing.
But then my eyes widen as I watch him reach for the massage gun and something clicks in my mind.
Oh, fuck no.
“NO. You cannot!” I shout, jumping on top of the massage gun, panic flooding my chest.
Nathan freezes, his eyes widening. He raises his hands, confused. “Jesus. What’s the big deal?”
“I just… don’t want to share it,” I say, shrugging, praying to whatever gods might be listening that this works.
Nathan stares at me, his eyes narrowing. “What? Why not?”
Shit. What do I say? I can’t tell him the truth—that would traumatize him and seal my fate in one shot.
“I… I…” I let out a long sigh, pinching the bridge of my nose in frustration. “I came on it.”
Fuck my life.
Nathan’s face drops. “What?”
Fuck, am I really doing this? There’s no turning back now. “I was jerking off, and?—”
“No,” Nathan cuts me off, shaking his head, holding his hand up to stop me. “Jesus fucking Christ. I did not need to hear that.”
“You asked,” I point out.
“And I fucking regret it.” He glares at me, muttering under his breath. “Fucking hell, I’ll buy my own massage gun.”
Without another word, he storms out of my room, slamming the door behind him.
I stand there for a second, breathing out a deep sigh of relief.
“You can come out now,” I tell Isabella, watching her slowly crawl from under the bed, her lips pressed together in amusement.
“Really?” she asks, arching a brow. “That was the best you could come up with?”
I roll my eyes, trying to push down the embarrassment. “I didn’t know what else to say. I didn’t want to traumatize him, baby,” I tell her, my hands instinctively reaching out to smooth her messy curls away from her face.
Her sleepy eyes meet mine, and a small smile tugs at her lips. She looks so damn cute without an ounce of makeup, just glowing in the soft morning light. All I want to do is pull her back into bed, wrap her in my arms, and just hold her. Kiss her more. Touch her more. Fuck her again.
But we both know we can’t.
“Any ideas how to sneak me out of here?” Isabella asks.
