Page 34 of The Fabric of our Souls

Please, not him.

Liam plops into the water next to me and shoots me a tight grin. He looks indifferent again. That short moment in the recreation room when he was actually kind now seems so distant.

I take a deep breath. “What?”

He raises his brow at me. “I can’t come hang out with my roommate?” His eyes dip down to my submerged breasts.

We shower naked—we sit in the hot tub naked. At least this room steams up really well so there’s less visibility than the showers.

Those are the unofficial rules. Like I said, sex therapy.

“Since when did you get the idea that I’d like tohang outwith you?” I ask incredulously. His dark hair is already sticking to his head with sweat. His blue eyes are sexy when he glares at me. I don’t know if I’ve thought that before about his eyes, but I sure as hell do now. I try to shake the thoughts from my mind.

“Don’t act like you don’t crave my tongue on your pussy again.”

I bat my lashes at him and say with a counterfeit smile, “Go lick Yelina’s pussy, she’s right over there.”

His cheeks turn red and he closes in on me, pinning his arms on each side of my head and staring into my soul. Yelina and Poppie are watching us with shocked expressions. A few others on the deeper end of the pool notice as well.

“Tell me to go lick Yelina’s pussy one more time, Wynn,” he says in a dangerously low voice.

My breath catches in my throat. His oak scent invades my senses, bringing me back to the other night. Why does his smell, his face,everythingabout him draw me in?

Liam’s eyes are cold as he waits for me to speak.

“Go. Lick. Someone. Else’s. Pussy.” I brush my finger gently down his bottom lip, leaving a drop of water behind. A cruel smile curls along his lips as I pull myself out of the pool, tits and all out for the world to see. I don’t give a shit.

I turn to head back to the changing room. I hear him get out of the water and my pulse rises.

This is kind of fun.

I shouldn’t be entertaining his attention, but I can’t help it. Liam’s rage is the kind that simmers your flesh until you can no longer stand it. His gaze so filled with lust that it reduces your sanity to nothing more than desire.

He chases me into the changing room. There are several stalls to choose from and no one else is in here.Shit. Shit. Shit.

I close a few of the other doors and lock myself in the last one, stepping up on the bench to hide my feet. I have to cover my mouth to stop myself from laughing.

Liam’s footsteps come in a second later. He’s silent and still, trying to decide if I left the room or am hiding in one of the stalls.

He opens a few to my left, and I’m holding my mouth tight and trying not to breathe. I’m having one of those silent laughing fits you get in the worst of situations, where you’re not sure whether you’ll snort or not if you take a breath.

He heads toward the exit. The second he’s out the door I let out my breath and laugh silently. I haven’t been this giddy in a long time.

I should be relieved that he didn’t find me. So why do I have disappointment brewing inside my chest?

My mind is clearly not functioning right today. Or ever.

I wait a few more minutes before deciding to head back to the pool. I didn’t get the full soak I wanted, thanks to him.

The pool is empty when I hop back in. It’s pretty late and I’m happy for the peace of being alone, finally. I swim to the center, enjoying the space to myself. The hot water eases my muscles. Everything is quiet around me, leaving me with my thoughts.

Normally this would be bad, but I can only think of one thing.

Liam.

No matter how many times I scold myself or try to think about other things, one way or another, it comes back to him.

It’s better than thinking about death.

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