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!"

disappears through the door. The blanket does little to shield me from

mutter, hobbling toward the

exactly what would happen the moment

as it hits my shoulders, washing away the evidence of our activities. Steam rises around me, and I lean

yawn echoes through my mind. Though I must say, our mate's

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

flame-red hair dulled by the

dare finish that sentence." Grabbing my loofah, I point it at him threateningly. "And go be a book somewhere. It's weird to have you watching me while

my warning. "The amount of magic you release during those moments is astronomical. Your control is nonexistent. How awkward would that be, to have me appear next to

the ancient being

his shoulders, looking for all the world like a sulky child. "I simply find the act far too intimate for someone

mean you're a

am several

my sex life while I'm naked in the shower." Slamming the shower door shut as gently as

add with as much calm as I can

He started it.

did not. I merely

of you, shut up." Soap suds slide down my back as I rinse my hair. "Or I swear

Impossible.

"I'm already a book."

you as a rug

Grimoire looks unsatisfied

how

only concern,

my head is satisfying,

mindless tune escapes my lips as I finish rinsing off, letting the hot water soothe my aching muscles. Stepping out, I wrap a fluffy

Wait a second.

The counter's empty.

the bedroom. Nothing but rumpled sheets 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

messenger bag hangs innocently by the

while I was showering, and has what suspiciously looks like jam on her muzzle. Probably

food off the counter. She figures if I

more importantly—I poke at Grimoire's

the hell did you appear in the bathroom when your book form

childlike face twisted in a sour expression. "Our bond has grown again. Something someone of your magical caliber should be able

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

sighs, shoulders slumping. "Sometimes you're very slow

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