To ruin an Omega novel Chapter 469

Chapter 469: Toe the line 2

HAZEL

I took a sharp step backward and put distance between us before my body could betray me any further.

"Don’t worry about it." The words came out clipped, but it cost me effort. "I need to find Lysander first. I have things to discuss with him."

Laslo paused, studied my face for a beat too long before nodding.

"Of course."

I turned and walked away before he could offer some other alternative. My legs felt unsteady. Every step took focus to keep my gait normal and my knees from buckling.

Lysander’s room sat at the end of the wing. I knocked twice and heard his voice call out from inside.

"Come in."

The door swung open under my hand.

And then the world narrowed down to one single image that made every nerve ending in my body light up at once.

Lysander stood in the middle of his bedroom. Bare from the waist up, water still trailing down his chest from the shower. A towel wrapped low around his hips showed the cut of muscle along his abdomen. The V disappeared beneath white terry cloth.

My mouth went dry.

He took a step back. Sharp and sudden almost as if I’d threatened him. "What the hell are you doing here?"

I walked in anyway. I couldn’t stop myself, though every rational part of my brain screamed to turn around and leave. My eyes traveled over his chest. Water droplets clung to his skin, then slid lower, trailing over muscles I wanted to trace with my fingers.

No. With my tongue.

The thought hit me like a physical blow. I forced my gaze up to meet his and saw confusion mixed with suspicion.

Focus. I needed to focus.

The conversation happened around me. Through me. I heard my own voice answering Lysander’s questions about my grandmother, my schemes, and getting dressed. I was defiant and level-headed in the way I’d learned to weaponize.

When he turned to grab his clothes, I should have looked away.

I didn’t.

The towel dropped. My gaze caught on the curve of his ass. Toned and firm in ways that made my mouth water. Then his legs. Strong thighs that flexed when he stepped into his underwear. Calves that showed definition even from across the room.

I watched him pull on his pants. I watched the fabric slide up over muscle and skin that I suddenly wanted to touch more than I’d wanted anything in my life.

Fabric rustled. His shirt came next, and I tracked every movement like it was the most important thing happening in the world.

Then I realized how damned I looked and turned away.

"After all this, you won’t have to worry about me as much again."

The words left my mouth before I could stop them. I was trying to throw my vile thoughts away but they somehow managed to reveal more than I intended. More than was safe.

His voice cut through my thoughts. "What does that mean?"

"Time will tell." I turned back as soon as he dressed and smoothed my expression into something pleasant and empty. "Well, are you ready then?"

The ringing lasted three seconds before it cut off. She cut the damn thing, which was actually perfect. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

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