Aria
So, the morning was going fine. Totally normal. Birds were probably chirping somewhere, the sun was shining, and Lucas? Lucas just stepped out of the closet looking like a whole goddamn meal. The problem? He wasn’t looking at me.
Which is unacceptable.
Normally, after I get dressed, he’d shoot me one of those cocky smirks, throw in a “Damn, baby, you look good,” and maybe…just maybe…drag me back to bed. But today? Nada. Not even a glance in my direction. Just him, standing in front of the mirror, fixing his already perfect hair like he was the main character in a CW drama.
And I know exactly why.
It’s because I asked him to play that stupid game. The one where we try to go a whole week without fucking. You know, to test our self-control or some bullshit. Why the hell did I think that was a good idea? I have zero self-control when it comes to Lucas. I’ve been dying to jump him since yesterday night at Aunt Esther’s apartment.
“Are you waiting for me?” Finally, he turns around, but his eyes stay locked on my face, like he’s terrified of looking anywhere else. Unlike him, I don’t have the same restraint. My gaze travels down…strong jaw, kissable lips, broad shoulders, and then that damn black button-down, open just enough to reveal his toned chest. Fuck. I have to physically force my eyes away before I combust.
I suggested this game. I cannot, under any circumstances, let him know that I am one second away from launching myself at him.
“Well, yeah. We always go together,” I say, keeping my voice neutral like I’m not internally screaming.
He nods. “I guess you’re right. Let’s go.”
And then he just-walks out.
I scoff. “Aren’t you forgetting something?”
He turns around, raising an eyebrow. “Something like…?”
I fold my arms. “I don’t know… you always compliment me before we leave.”
Something flickers in his eyes-amusement, maybe…but he keeps a straight face. “Oh… you look beautiful.”
Flat. Emotionless. Like he’s reading off a fucking teleprompter.
I stand there, absolutely flabbergasted. Normally, when he says it, there’s heat in his gaze. That low, hungry look that makes my knees weak. But now? It’s like he’s complimenting a wall.
I huff and follow him out.
The drive to campus is painful. So much unspoken tension, I feel like we’re trapped in a movie where the leads refuse to acknowledge their feelings. Except in this case, the feelings are purely sexual frustration.
Why the fuck did I agree to this? I could’ve just…I don’t know…NOT done this.
By the time we pull up, I’m barely holding it together. I know Lucas is suffering too, even if he’s pretending otherwise. I know this man. He is not fine.
“All right, I’ll see you later,” he says the second we step out, ready to bolt.
I squint. “Why the rush? I thought you didn’t have class until eleven. It’s eight.”
He shrugs. “Well, I told you I wanted to join the hockey team. They’re having trials today.”
…What?
Before I can even process that, he just leaves. Straight-up dishes me like I’m yesterday’s leftovers.
I can’t believe this.
And hockey trials? Lucas is studying medicine, how the hell is he planning to juggle that with hockey?
Still trying to recover from the betrayal, I make my way to class, where Mia and Lily are waiting for me. Thank the goddess for them…they always save me the best seats.
“Hey, guys,” I say, plopping onto the desk because class hasn’t started yet.
They don’t answer. Just stare at me with matching shit-eating grins.
I frown. “What?”
Mia smirks. “You don’t look as pissed as you did two days ago.”
Lily nudges her. “She’s definitely settled things with Lucas.”
I roll my eyes. “You guys are so dramatic. It wasn’t even that serious.”
“Yeah, right,” Lily scoffs. “You were practically breathing fire when you stormed out that day.”
I huff. “Fine. But we talked it out like adults.”
Mia wiggles her eyebrows. “And then he made it up to you by fucking you so hard you saw stars.”
I choke on air. Because, well… she’s not wrong.
Mia gasps. “Oh my goddess. He did, didn’t he?”
I open my mouth to deny it, but thankfully, mercifully, the professor walks in before I have to say anything.
I take the opportunity to sink into my seat and not look at my friends. Economics is my favorite class, and it’s a perfect distraction from thinking about Lucas.
At least, until class ends.
Because next? Math.
And that means seeing him.
And I am not ready for that.
Five minutes later, Lucas walked in with Damon and Theo, and I swear, the whole damn room shifted. Heads turned. Whispers started. And don’t even get me started on the women gawking at my man.
Like, excuse me? Who gave them permission?
I wanted to march up to him, grab him by that stupidly perfect jawline, and kiss him so hard his lips would be swollen for the rest of the day. Just to make it clear…he’s mine. Not that anyone didn’t already know, but I was feeling extra territorial today.
And then, class started.
Not that I was paying attention.
Because my brain? Yeah, it decided to betray me. Instead of focusing on whatever boring-ass lecture was happening, all I could think about was me, sprawled on my bed, legs wide open, Lucas’ thick cock sliding inside me-slow and deep, making me feel every inch of him.
Sweet Fucking Moon Goddess.
I force myself to look away, but my eyes betray me again, landing right back on him. He’s sitting there, completely oblivious, eyes focused on the front like a goddamn scholar. But fuck, his side profile should be illegal. Sharp jaw, slightly parted lips, that messy hair that just begs to be tugged…
My thighs press together.
And then he licks his lips.
I swear to the goddess, it’s like he knows exactly what I’m thinking about. Like he’s in my head, whispering, Yeah, baby, I know you’re wet for me.
I nearly moan.
“Miss Whitlock, we’re waiting for the answer.”
Huh? Wait.
That’s me. I’m Miss Whitlock.
Holy shit, what did I just miss?
I blink at Professor Glenn, my brain refusing to function. “Uh… I… um…”
Panic. Pure, unfiltered panic.