I spell it out, flicking my eyes down to my stomach. Luc follows my gaze and coughs as his cheeks redden. He glances away from me, his body trembling.
I pull myself up in the water, indignation thrumming through me. “You’relaughingat me!”
His shoulders shake. “I’m not,” he gasps out.
“You are. It’s a genuine question! They could be scarred for life, Luc!”
Luc is properly laughing now. A deep, booming sound echoes around the bathroom, making me smile despite my annoyance.
“Oh, brat,” he lifts me out of the bath and wraps a towel around me as I pout. “Life will never be dull with you around.”
He walks me back into the bedroom that smells like us, placing me down into clean sheets and climbing in next to me. Turning my face to him, I bury it into his chest, and he chuckles as he pulls the blanket over us. His hand covers my hip possessively, and I debate whether or not to point it out.
His hand tightens, and he pulls me closer to him, hitching my leg over his hip and dropping his hand to my stomach.
Well.I swallow. Okay, then.
“Luc?” I ask quietly. The curtain above our heads is open, starlight filtering in through the panes of glass. His hand strokes my belly, and a lump comes to my throat.
“What, baby?”
I grimace as I try to get my thoughts in order. Luc, picking up on my uncertainty, twists until he’s looking into my face. “Tell me.”
Avoiding his eyes, I mumble, “Am I… yours, now?”
His growl makes me jump, and his hand soothes over my skin in apology.
“Damned straight you’re mine,” he grumbles. “Unless… you don’t want that?”
There’s a strange note in his voice, and I shake my head. “No, I do!”
“Well, thank fuck for that,” he mutters. “Because I wasn’t letting you go anyway, brat.”
I tug his chest hair lightly with my fingers, and he snaps at them with his teeth. After a few minutes of me fidgeting restlessly, he sighs and rolls me onto my back, leaning over me.
“Talk to me,” he demands. I frown at him, and he eases back. “Please,” he offers begrudgingly.
“I…” I blurt it out. “What about the others?”
I can’t see Luc’s face properly in the shadows. “What about them?”
Oh, gods. Just say it, Ava.
“I had a – a thing, with Bastien today.” I squeeze my eyes shut.
“I know,” he responds wryly.
My eyes fly open. “You do? How?”
“Your scent was all over my office, love.” He chuckles at my groan. Fucking omega pheromones and scents. Why can’t a girl just come in peace without the whole damn world knowing?
“And you’re okay with that?” I venture cautiously.
“I am.” Now his voice sounds just as cautious as mine. Getting frustrated, I sit up with a huff.
“I don’t know how this works,” I complain to him. His hands draw patterns on my back, and I slap at them. “Stop that! I’m trying to explain a real worry!”
The hands stop. “Sorry, love.” Luc sounds genuinely contrite as he sits up. “What exactly is worrying you?”
