Page 64 of The Obedient Lie
Not in that fucking set.
Not in the hold she had on both of us without even trying.
She crawled back onto her bed, wrapped the blanket around her, and lay on her side facing the wall.
Still as a statue.
As if that would keep us from noticing her.
But I noticedeverything.
I noticed her breathing had changed.
I noticed how her hand curled around the pillow—white-knuckled.
And I noticed the distance between us.
Mydistance.
I was the one who created this gap. And it was tearing at Luca.
I hated that. Hated that I’d done this tohim. And now—I had no fucking idea how to fix it.
Chapter Twenty-One
LUCA
Bastion walked off the field mid–warm-up. Didn’t speak. Didn’t glance back. Just dropped his helmet and walked.
So I did the same.
No one stopped us. No one ever did.
We were still in our warm-up shirts when we unlocked the dorm. The halls were dead quiet. Everyone was either at the game or prepping for the afterparty.
But the second I stepped inside—I froze.
She was there.
Headphones in.
Music blasting.
Face down, ass up... on a yoga mat.
I didn’t breathe. Neither did Bastion.
His arm shot out, flat against my chest like he’d slammed into something solid.
And I knew why.
She wasn’t in workout shorts.
She wasn’t in leggings.
She was in underwear.
Tiny. Black. So fucking small the curve of her ass wascompletely bare. Just the triangle of fabric between her thighs, and that perfect stretch of skin that made my mouth go dry.
