Page 17 of The Obedient Lie
She stared at me a moment longer — like she was trying to decide if I was joking.
She nodded and worse, she smiled.Fuck. My. Life.
Then, quietly, she turned away and climbed into her bed.
The sheets slid over her thighs. She laid on her side, back to me, fabric stretchedtightover her hips.
That’s when the door opened again.
Luca walked in, late, he had been running a lot more since she moved in. Slowly driving us both insane.
His steps slowed the second he saw her.
His bed right next to mine, which meant, all he could see washer. Curled up. Satin clinging. Back arched slightly. One bare leg hooked over the sheets.
I saw it in his face — the flicker of something dark, possessive, maybe even worse than what I was feeling.
Because I knew Luca.
And when we wanted the same thing?
It never endedclean.
She was alreadyawakewhen I opened my eyes. The satin nightgown was gone — dropped onto the bed in a careless puddle ofsin.
She was naked from the waist up.
Fuck.
I turned my head toward the wall.Triedto. Didn’t make it all the way.
Luca was awake too. I felt it. The silence that wasn’t sleep, butfocus. Twin tension ran like a wire between us.
We both breathed a little too quietly.
Both kept our eyes too still.
We werepretendingto be asleep.
Pretending not to see the curve of her spine, the soft sway of her hips, the way she bent to dig through her drawer.
I kept my eyes cracked open just enough to watch her reflection in the mirror above my dresser.
She didn’tknow.
Or maybe shedid.
Fuck. The more I stared at her breasts the harder it was to stay still. Why would she be standing there topless. Did she have any mercy. We had already survived a night of her sleeping on top of the blankets, that satin not covering her ass half the night.
I caught Luca glancing too. We were raised in sync, wired in tension, and right now, both of us were fighting the same losing battle:control.
She pulled a tank top over her head.
Slow.Lazy.
As if she had all the time in the world to get changed and didn’t care we could roll over and see her any minute.
The hem caught at her waist, showing off that soft little dip where her stomach met her hip bones.
