Page 60 of The Obedient Lie
They were just… understood.
And now?
Now she was back in satin.
Satin. Silk. That barely-there fabric that caught the light when she walked past us.
I’d seen it—just a glimpse at first, when she walked across the dorm.
Crimson. With black lace trim.
I already had a favorite.
And Ihatedthat I did.
Hated how easily it turned me into someone I didn’t recognize.
Someone watching the clock tick toward bedtime just to catch a second of her walking past.
Someone who sat in the dark and listened for the soft click of the ensuite door.
I had a new favorite.
And it wasn’t silk.
It was a girl trying not to be seen.
Rome reached over and stole another tart off my plate. I didn’t even blink.
Because the only thing I could think about was Emilia… in our room.
And the fact that tonight, she’d probably walk out of the bathroom in something silk.
And I’d be right there. Watching.
Again.
She came out of the ensuite like she didn’t know.
Didn’t know what that color did to me.
Didn’t know I was sitting on the edge of my bed with a glass of top-shelf shit in my hand, pretending to scroll my phone—just so I wouldn’t look like I waswaiting.
But I was.
And then she walked out.
Blush fucking pink. Two-piece satin.
Cropped just below her ribs, clinging like it was made for her.
The shorts rode up her ass with every goddamn step she took.
It showed her stomach. Smooth. Bare. The soft dip of her waistline as she adjusted the hem.
That little movement nearly did me in.
She didn’t even notice me.
