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So whatever my deficit is, it has to be with my personality.
Sitting around wondering does me no good, so I get up and start clearing the table.
On my way to put the dishes in the sink, I see the screen has changed.
Be forward.Tell him how much you enjoyed last night.
I feelthe color drain from my face.
There’s no way—no way—I can tell Brockthat. What reason would I have to? It won’t change anything.
But if I don’t play along, Carrie and Caleb could be cast out, and they can’t survive this sick, sorry world.
I’ll do what they say and hope that it’s enough. And if it’s not, I’ll beg to be reassigned. There has to be someone else who will want me.
After managing the dishes, I smooth my hair and wait for Brock, determined to play my role and keep my family safe.
Chapter7
BROCK
Fuck Venus Initiative.
Stepping out of the shower, I dry myself off, cursing when I realize I didn’t bring in a change of clothes.
The last thing I want is to be around Lyra in just a towel.
Because you’d much rather be naked…
I push the thought from my treacherous brain because I can’t give it life.
It’s ten steps max until I reach the dresser. I’ll get my clothes and come back. No speaking, no dallying, no looking at Lyra.
It’s a simple enough plan, with one major flaw: I can’t stop looking at her.
That might sound dramatic, but she’s the first healthy woman I’ve seen in years. Even if I weren’t so sex-starved, I’d be smitten. Lyra would be a ten-out-of-ten on the boner scale even before the world went to shit. The way her magma red hair flowed over her shoulders, catching the lights as we dined was damn near ethereal, and don’t get me started on the way her cheeks tint pink when she’s embarrassed.
The sound of her voice, her scent, her skin, soft as lilacs—all intoxicating.
And now that I’ve had a taste of her, I’m keen for more.
But that can’t happen. Not with how things are set up here.
I look down and see that a very big problem has presented itself.
Elevators. Ice cream. Softball. Books—not the pornographic kind.
I try to think of things that won’t needle my arousal, but all I want to think about isher.
Exhaling a long breath, I tighten the towel around my waist, tucking my cock up to make it less noticeable.
It’ll take seconds. Might as well just get it over with.
But when I open the door, I find Lyra standing in my way.
She’s biting her lower lip as she looks up at me with startled green eyes. How is it possible that something so sweet and wholesome still exists in this world?
She wasn’t so sweet and wholesome when she was bucking against your face.
