Page 79 of Devious Obsession
I eye Willow. “What’s up with you and Knox?”
Violet nudges her best friend. “Yeah, Willow, what’s up with you and Knox?”
Willow scoffs. “We’re having fun.”
“You’re dating,” Violet presses. “And…?”
“And we’re dating. So?”
“He flirts with everyone when you’re not around,” Violet points out. “And he’s probably more of a jerk than Grey—but…”
“But?” Willow stares straight forward. She’s tense, but it seems like more than that. A wake-up call she’s not ready for?
“He doesn’t act possessive.” Violet shrugs. “Steele does. He doesn’t want any guy talking to you. And he hasn’t so much as glanced at another girl since—”
“You can’t say that about Greyson, though,” Willow snaps. “He fucking made out with Paris—”
“We weren’t together,” Violet replies calmly. “He doesn’t give a shit about any other girls now. I’m his, he’s mine, it’s simple. But I’m just worried, Will, okay? I’m worried he’s going to hurt you. And…”
“It’s fine,” Willow snaps, finally looking at her best friend. “I love him, so, there’s not really much more we can do about it.”
They hold a glare, and then Violet reaches out and puts her hand on Willow’s leg.
“You love him?”
“He got under my skin,” Willow murmurs. “I haven’t told him. I’m not going to tell him.”
Love is never a good thing. Not in our cases anyway.
“I’d hate to see Steele in love,” I comment, more out of sympathy to change the subject than anything else. I find his jersey on the ice, marveling at the way he moves. Still, I know exactly what he’d do withlove—and it’d be nothing good. “He’s a scary motherfucker as it is.”
They both burst out laughing.
I sigh.
Yeah, I get the feeling I’m screwed, too.
* * *
Steele
You stick around?
Me
I figured you wouldn’t want me running off after begging me to watch you skate in circles for hours…
Steele
You thought correct. Come down.
I sigh and roll my eyes. Willow, Violet, and I already came down to the main level. Greyson was one of the first out of the locker room, sweeping Violet under his shoulder. Knox followed, picking up Willow and twirling her around. Then other players.
It made me question whether Steele had slipped past me, although I stayed put mostly out of stubbornness.
With the text, I assume he means the locker room, so I push the door open.
There’s water running in one of the shower stalls against the far wall, with just an opaque white curtain hiding Steele’s naked body. My mouth waters for the strangest reason, and I’m half tempted to shed my clothes and join him.
