Page 139 of The Obedient Lie

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Then a soft, dark chuckle from Bastion. “That a complaint or a confession?”

“I don’t know,” I admitted. “I think it’s a problem.”

Luca shifted closer, so close I could feel the outline of his body against my back. “Want us to move?”

No. God, no.

“I just want to sleep.”

“Then stop wiggling,” Bastion said, voice low. “You’re driving us fucking crazy.”

My heart skittered.

I groaned, loud and dramatic, throwing an arm over my eyes. “Ihatesleeping in cotton.”

Silence.

“Miss your satin, baby,” Luca murmured at my back, voice husky with memory.

“Fuck,we do,” Bastion added, and I could hear the grin in it.

I buried my face into the pillow. “It rides up,” I mumbled. “When I sleep.”

“Oh, we remember,” Luca said, a little too quickly.

My cheeks burned.

“It’s not fair on you,” I whispered.

That pulled the silence tighter.

“You stopped wearing it…for us?” Bastion asked, quieter now. Careful.

I nodded once, slowly.

“It moves too easily,” I added. “And I— I didn’t want to?—”

“To tempt us?” Luca asked, breath brushing the back of my neck.

“To drive us insane?” Bastion finished from in front of me.

“I didn’t want to be cruel,” I admitted.

There was a pause.

Then Bastion’s hand found my waist under the blanket. Gentle. Steady. Possessive.

“You’re not cruel, baby,” he said. “You’re just ours.”

Luca’s hand joined his, sliding around my hip, bracketing me between them.

“Wear whatever you want,” Luca whispered. “We’ll behave.”

“No,” Bastion corrected, his voice lower now. “We’lltry.”

My body flushed from the inside out.

I closed my eyes and whispered, “Good night.”

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