Page 65 of The Obedient Lie
Her back arched as she moved deeper into the pose, legs strong and steady, eyes closed like the entire world had vanished.
She didn’t hear the door.
Didn’t hear us.
She thought she was alone.
Andfuck... she looked like she belonged like that.
Alone in our space.Comfortable. Careless.Ours.
My heart was punching through my chest.
She lifted one leg behind her, slow and deliberate, holding the line of her body like she was balancing gravity itself. Every muscle glowed—taut and smooth and fluid.
It wasn’t a workout.
It was art.
Bastion didn’t move beside me. Didn’t speak. But I could feel him vibrating with restraint. Every breath shallow. Every nerve strung tight. I didn’t need to ask what he was thinking.
It was the same thing I was.
She’s going to break us.
And the worst part?
She didn’t even know.
She dropped into another pose, shifting her hips, that goddamn sliver of fabric riding higher, dragging every last ounce of sanity out of me.
I stepped back first.
Swallowed hard.
Shoved a hand through my hair and cursed under my breath.
We had to leave. Or speak. Or dosomething.
Because standing here, watching her like this—like somefever dream we weren’t allowed to touch—was going to kill us.
But neither of us moved.
Because she was still stretching. Still unaware.
She shifted again—slow, unhurried—like she was home. Like she didn’t feel the air change the second we walked in.
She dropped down to her stomach, arms folding under her chest before she arched?—
A long, lazy stretch that had her back curving and her ribs lifting. Her eyes still shut. Lips parted in some kind of blissed-out calm that made my throat tighten.
It wasfucking obscene.
She looked soft. Untouched. Blissfully unaware that two of the most dangerous boys in the academy were standing right behind her—frozen—like statues carved from heat and want.
Bastion hadn’t moved.
Not an inch.
