Chapter 119
Nolan
I have absolutely zero self-control. None. Not a single shred.
My lungs try to remember how breathing works as I brace both palms against the rim of the tub, dragging in air that refuses to feel enough. My forehead rests against my arm, and the steamy bathroom feels tighter than it should.
When I finally lift my head and make eye contact with Ciel, he's wearing that look—
that proud, smug, big-brother-who-knows-your-secrets look.
Fantastic. Just fantastic.
"Don't," I mutter. My voice cracks.
Even worse.
Ciel only smiles wider, warm and infuriating.
I want to sink under the water and never come back up.
"I wasn't going to say anything," he lies, because lying is apparently a hobby of his.
He tucks a strand of damp hair behind my ear, and the gesture is so soft my ears burn hotter.
"I hate this," I whisper.
I don't. But still.
He laughs softly, brushing my cheek with his thumb.
"Now, my dear doggy… how far have you two gone?"
