Locke:
My eyes are only for you.
Tell Roo to change in the bathroom.
Her brows lift as she scoffs at my response. The disbelief is loud and clear, but it feels more like a challenge than a dismissal.
Eris:
I’m not sure whether I should smile at that or start covering the lenses.
Locke:
Both… but smile first.
And bite your lip while you do it…
Eris:
Fuel for your fantasy?
Locke:
I want to watch.
She looks up, right into my soul through the camera, and smiles.
It’s not forced or shy. This is the type of smile that says she knows exactly what it’s doing… teasing, self-assured.
Lethal.
I lean closer to the monitor, the corner of my mouth twitching before I can stop it. Every time I watch her, she’s more composed. Right now, she feels so aware of her power that it’s breathtaking.
It doesn’t make sense.
She should be terrified after everything that happened earlier.
But she’s not.
And I can’t stop witnessing her becoming this confident version of herself.
On the feed, Romily drops two more outfits onto the bed. “Which one?”
“The left,” Eris says, still staring at the camera lens. I hold her gaze, wondering if she can feel my eyes on hers.
“You didn’t even look.”
“I don’t have to, Roo. You always put the one you like more on the left side… And if I pick the one on the right, you’ll just tell me it’s not short enough or it doesn’t accentuate your assets enough or?—”
“You didn’t even look,” Romily repeats.
Eris picks up her phone from her lap, casting a quick glance over her shoulder at her friend. “Looking doesn’t change my answer. The one on the left.”
Eris:
I guess we’re going out for margaritas instead of drinking at home. Not sure I want to go.
Locke:
