Chapter 74: shoulders
She sat near the back, jacket loose around her shoulders, skirt hitched just high enough to tease, black lace peeking as her legs crossed, her foot bouncing slowly, confidently.
Her dark bangs framed a sharp face, black eyes locking onto his with a smile—not mocking, not seductive, but knowing, like she’d tossed a spark into dry grass and was watching it catch.
Her lips curled, a subtle challenge, her breasts shifting under her blouse, nipples faintly pressing through, a reminder of her on his bed, thighs parted, voice demanding the Light.
Lor held her gaze.
Her smile widened, barely, a glint of triumph in her eyes, as if she’d orchestrated this shift—the stares, the silence, the girls’ avoidance.
He blinked once, looking away, pretending not to care, but his mind screamed: Kiara did something. She stirred this.
WHAT THE FUCKKK DID SHE DOOOOO
The class’s eyes, the tension—it was her doing, her ripples spreading, and he was no longer invisible.
He didn’t mind the attention, the weight of their gazes like a mantle of power, but he hated not knowing why.
I’ll deal with you later, he thought, a flicker of amusement curling his lips.
The bell rang, sharp and clear, cutting through the silence.