A voice that has grown to annoy me in just two days snaps me out of my reprieve. “May I join you?” Nox questions. Eyes snapping open, I spot him already waist deep in the tub making it unnecessary, but polite to ask. Polite isn’t going to make me like him. Stunned, I watch him take a seat across from me. Seconds later my mouth finally starts working, “if I say no will you leave?” “No.” At least he’s honest. “Then, I will,” I retort as I come to a stand, but I instantly regret it. Standing from the water showcases my barely there swimsuit and Nox immediately notices. He doesn’t hide his smile as his eyes rake over every inch of exposed skin. I become frozen under his gaze and it gives him enough time to jump to feet and block the steps. “You know I can climb out from anywhere, right.” “I’d love to watch you do just that.” What did I say? Snide, egotistical, chauvinistic asshole wants to watch me climb out of the pool. Sorry Lyra, but there’s no more being nice, “you’re an asshole.”
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