Lor flashed a faint grin, masking the truth with an easy lie. "Just… Getting a little air before heading in."
They nodded, accepting his words without question, their gazes softening with trust, or, they didn't care prying deeper.
"How's your studying going?" he asked, tilting his head, his tone light.
Inside, his mind teetered on a dangerous edge, the memory of the last to last night with Lia and Sophia and then the hot orgy flickering sharp—Lia's mother, her red curls, the freckles across her shoulders, the way she'd gasped under him.
His cock twitched, traitorous, and panic spiked through him.
Beetles. Ants. Rotting cabbages. Lizards.
He shoved the image away, desperate to douse the heat before it betrayed him.
"It's going well, thanks to you," Lia said, her smile small but genuine, her green eyes soft with gratitude. "Your guidance last time… it really helped. I'm actually starting to get the hang of spell theory."
