Malia’s POV

Even with Odessa standing there like some pitiful shadow haunting the damn balcony, I still smirked.

Not the sweet kind.

The kind that said: watch closely darling, maybe you’ll learn what it’s like to be touched by a man who actually knows what he’s doing.

I didn’t stop touching Lucas.

If anything, I leaned in a little more, dragging my hand across his chest like I wanted her to see everything she’d never have. But then of course Lucas pulled back, fast and stiff, like ...