Page 16 of The Obedient Lie
Black.
Thin straps slipping down her shoulders.
The nightgown clung to her hips like it had beenpoured on, I could see the curve of her nipples through the silk.
And I couldn’t fuckingbreathe.
She walked down the hall slowly, humming to herself again.
Hair twisted up in a towel.
She didn’t see me.
She went straight to ourroom.
I followed. Losing grip with every step.
The bedroom door was cracked open, soft light from her phone charger painting the wallspink.
She stood near the window, eyes on the gardens.
Her skinglowedunder the moonlight.
“You always walk around like that?” I said, voice low.
She turned, startled, clutching her towel to her chest. “Bastion—God—you scared me.”
I stepped inside and shut the door behind me. And I couldn’t take my eyes off her.
Her skin was still flushed from the heat of the shower.
“You planning on wearing that around everyone?” I asked.
She looked down at herself. “It’s just a nightgown.”
I swallowed hard.
The word didn’t do it justice.
It wasn’t just silk — it wassin.
I could see the outline of her breasts, the slope of her waist, every inch that isoff-limits.
I should’ve told her to change.
To cover up.
Tostop.
But I didn’t.
Because Ilikedit.
And Ihatedmyself for that.
I clenched my jaw and looked away. “Use our ensuite,” the words came out harder than I wanted.Fuck.I hadn’t planned on saying anything.
But the thought of her walking down the hall every night, looking like that, walking past my cousins rooms. It wouldn’t take long before they started making excuses to go in there.
