Page 138 of The Obedient Lie
Just laid beside me like two wolves dressed in patience.
But their heat pressed against my skin from both sides.
And I knew — no matter how long it took — they’d win.
Because a part of me… already wanted to beg.
And that terrified me more than anything.
I turned onto my side. Again.
Then my back.
Then back to my side.
Ugh.
The sheets were soft, the pillow perfect, the room dark and still — but I couldn’t get comfortable. Not withthemon either side of me. Not with the way their bodies radiated heat, making the space feel smaller, tighter, heavier.
I wastooaware.
Of the way Bastion’s thigh brushed mine when he shifted.
Of how Luca’s breath ghosted across my neck whenever he exhaled.
Of the fact that neither of them had touched me once since I crawled between them three nights ago.
And that I kind of hated it.
I wiggled again, adjusting the hem of my shorts, pulling the tank top down across my stomach. The cotton clung to my skin. I was burning up.
“You okay?” Bastion murmured, his voice rough with sleep.
“Yeah,” I whispered. “Just can’t get comfortable.”
I felt him turn toward me.
Luca stirred behind me a second later.
Of course.
God forbid one twin move and the othernotfeel it.
Bastion’s voice dipped lower. “You’re squirming, baby.”
“I’m just hot.”
His breath hitched. Just slightly.
Luca’s hand brushed against the curve of my hip, featherlight.
“You weren’t hot last night,” he said, tone drowsy but thick with meaning. “What’s different?”
I squeezed my eyes shut.
“You both,” I muttered. “You’rewhat’sdifferent.”
Silence.
