The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy
Chapter 0293

Luca, true to his word, showers quickly, continuing to tell me about his morning and how his uncle kicked the crap out of him, not impressed at all by anything that he learned at the Academy and taking the day to drill back into him all of his old techniques.

"I mean," Luca says, turning off the shower. "He's not wrong - I've got to remember the basics that I've had drilled into me for years, or else I'll get sloppy. But I did learn some stuff at the Academy, and I'm a little frustrated that he won't even let me think of incorporating it into any of my strategy."

"Uh-huh," I say, completely distracted, sitting prim and straight on the little bench before Luca's small set of lockers, my hands on my knees, staring at the flimsy curtain, thinking hard about what's behind it.

I remember, suddenly, the first time that I saw Luca naked - in the locker room, while I was waiting to take my own shower, and I had gone completely still, just...staring at him. Watching the water slip down his skin, over his muscles. Watched him tilt his head back and fill his mouth with it, and then let it spill out over his lips...

God, god.

Suddenly all I want to do is leap forward and rip the curtain back, and grab him -

But Luca beats me to it.

I jump as he rips the curtain back, and my eyes go wide because...

God damn it crap - crap but he's gorgeous.

Luca - he's a celebrity heartthrob for a reason, and as I stare at him, a white towel slung low over his hips, running a hand through his hair that's darker now that it's all wet...I know precisely why he's almost always included in the top 10 of any "Most Eligible" list.

He's just...beautiful.

My eyes drift down his body, flicking over his wide, muscled shoulders, toned from years of determination and training, of hours and hours in the gym, working towards his singular goal of being the best at his art. Over his pecs and his insane abs that ripple like a damn washboard, all the way down to the sharp V of his hips, to where it disappears into his towel.

When my eyes move back up to Luca's face - his perfect, too-handsome, even pretty face - I see him smirking at me, clearly intuiting my admiration and enjoying the hell out of my shell-shocked expression, probably feeling every inch of my insane desire down our bond.

"Oh whatever," I huff, crossing my arms as I blush, a little embarrassed to be caught out in my lust while he's apparently perfectly composed. "You're into me too!"

"Damn right I am," he murmurs, taking a step forward towards me that makes something burn low in my stomach, makes me go loose and tense all at once. But to my shock, Luca just continues smirking at me for a moment before he shifts his attention to the lockers behind me, reaching for one and apparently completely ignoring me.

I can't help the indignant squeak that slips from my lips as Luca opens the locker and starts to rifle inside, pulling out some clothes and stacking them on the bench next to me. I just stare, open-mouthed, at my mate - who is apparently very, very willing to ignore my desire for him right now.

Suddenly very miffed, I snap my mouth shut and glare at him, tightening my arms across my chest and sending every single one of my emotions down the bond so that he knows precisely how offended, and frustrated, and - well, yes, a little hurt - I am, so that there's no chance he can ignore it anymore.

To my shock, Luca just laughs lightly, a dark and ironic sound, pressing his eyes shut as he turns away from me and pulls on his underwear beneath the towel, and then lets that drop to the ground, and then starts on his pants. I have to admit, I'm a little distracted by the sight, but not enough to overlook the fact that my mate is very able to just ignore me now, when we're alone in our non-dream bodies for like, the first time ever.

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