Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 363

Chapter 363 Ava: He Lied!

He lied.

That asshole motherfucker lied.

Lied. To my face.

To.

My.

Face.

My glare could melt steel, but Lucas just pulls his shirt over his head, muscles rippling with the movement. Our blanket is clutched tight against my chest—not that there's any point in modesty after last night, but right now I need all the armor I can get.

He gets ideas when he sees my bare skin.

"You lied to me."

"Did I?" His eyebrow arches as he buttons his jeans. "We showered."

"Oh, is that what you call what happened in there?" Heat floods my cheeks at the memory. My skin bears the evidence of his attention—little marks scattered across my collarbone, my breasts, my thighs. Everything aches in the most delicious way, but that's not the point. "You said we'd clean up."

"And we did." His lips twitch. "Eventually."

"After you—" My voice catches. Even now, after everything we've done, after months of intimacy, certain words stick in my throat.

"After I what?" The bastard's enjoying this.

"You know what."

"I never said I wouldn't." He shrugs, all false innocence. "You assumed."

I pull the blanket higher, wincing as muscles protest the movement. "You're impossible."

"You weren't complaining last night." He crosses the room, and before I can dodge, his lips press against my forehead. "Rest today. You need it."

The pillow flies from my hand, but he's already moving, laughing as he sidesteps my attack.

"Jerk!"

door. The blanket does little to shield me from winter's bite,

toward the

knew exactly what would happen the moment he stepped into that shower with

side are you on?" The hot water stings as it hits my shoulders, washing away the evidence of our activities. Steam rises around

echoes through my mind. Though I must

nothing to do with the shower. "It's bad enough you have to

of witnessing everything." Grimoire materializes on the counter, in his child form, his flame-red hair dulled by the steam. "Do you two have

finish that sentence." Grabbing my loofah, I point it at him threateningly. "And

astronomical. Your control is nonexistent. How awkward would that be, to have me appear next to your bed while you were in the middle

Selene's amusement fills my head. Is the ancient being uncomfortable with a little physical

world like a sulky child. "I simply find

mean you're a

am several millennia

the shower door shut as gently as I

palm with more force than necessary, I add with as much calm as I can fake, "Can we not?

He started it.

did not. I

up." Soap suds slide down my back as I rinse my hair. "Or I

Impossible.

"I'm already a book."

donate one of you as a rug

Grimoire looks unsatisfied

don't know how

concern, Selene? Because

satisfying,

hot water soothe my aching muscles. Stepping out,

Wait a second.

The counter's empty.

and scattered clothes from last night's activities, as I expect. Water drips down my legs as I pad into the living room, leaving wet footprints on

messenger bag hangs

come back in while I was showering, and has what suspiciously looks like jam on her muzzle. Probably the toast with jam Lucas made for me before he got

counter. She figures if I

poke at Grimoire's

did you appear in the bathroom when your book form is all the

face twisted in a sour expression. "Our bond

with my magic, I probe our connection. "Wait. It feels exactly

you're very

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