"…complicated," Vela finished, her glare sharpening as it landed on Lor, a silent threat in her green eyes.
Lor raised both hands, his grin easy but calculated. "Relax. I'm not about to go bragging. Who would believe me anyway? Everyone thinks I'm just some loser at the bottom of the class."
His tone was light, but his eyes held theirs, steady and unyielding, a reminder of the power he wielded in their shared secret.
Maris's lips twitched into a half-smile, her hazel eyes softening. "Then why skip class today? What are you even doing here instead of the academy?"
Lor stretched, his lean frame catching the light, his nakedness unapologetic as he grinned.
"Guess I wanted something better than spell theory." His gaze slid slowly down their bare bodies, lingering on their flushed breasts, their slick thighs, the trails of sweat and cum that glistened on their skin. "And I'd say I found it."
Vela tossed a pillow at his chest, her smirk reluctant but genuine. "Cheeky bastard."
