The Hidden Princess At All-Boys Alpha Academy
Chapter 0293

Chapter 0293

Luca, true to his word, showers quickly, continuing to tell me about his morning and how his unclekicked the crap out of him, not impressed at all by anything that he learned at the Academy andtaking the day to drill back into him all of his old techniques.

“I mean,” Luca says, turning off the shower. “He’s not wrong – I’ve got to remember the basics thatI’ve had drilled into me for years, or else I’ll get sloppy. But I did learn some stuff at the Academy,and I’m a little frustrated that he won’t even let me think of incorporating it into any of my strategy.”

“Uh-huh,” I say, completely distracted, sitting prim and straight on the little bench before Luca’ssmall set of lockers, my hands on my knees, staring at the flimsy curtain, thinking hard about what’sbehind it.

I remember, suddenly, the first time that I saw Luca naked – in the locker room, while I was waitingto take my own shower, and I had gone completely still, just…staring at him. Watching the water slipdown his skin, over his muscles. Watched him tilt his head back and fill his mouth with it, and thenlet it spill out over his lips…

God, god.

Suddenly all I want to do is leap forward and rip the curtain back, and grab him –

But Luca beats me to it.

I jump as he rips the curtain back, and my eyes go wide because…

God damn it – crap – crap but he’s gorgeous.

Luca – he’s a celebrity heartthrob for a reason, and as I stare at him, a white towel slung low overhis hips, running a hand through his hair that’s darker now that it’s all wet…I know precisely whyhe’s almost always included in the top 10 of any “Most Eligible” list.

He’s just…beautiful.

My eyes drift down his body, flicking over his wide, muscled shoulders, toned from years ofdetermination and training, of hours and hours in the gym, working towards his singular goal ofbeing the best at his art. Over his pecs and his insane abs that ripple like a damn washboard, all theway down to the sharp V of his hips, to where it disappears into his towel.

When my eyes move back up to Luca’s face – his perfect, too-handsome, even pretty face – I seehim smirking at me, clearly intuiting my admiration and enjoying the hell out of my shell-shockedexpression, probably feeling every inch of my insane desire down our bond.

“Oh whatever,” I huff, crossing my arms as I blush, a little embarrassed to be caught out in my lustwhile he’s apparently perfectly composed. “You’re into me too!”

“Damn right I am,” he murmurs, taking a step forward towards me that makes something burn low inmy stomach, makes me go loose and tense all at once. But to my shock, Luca just continuessmirking at me for a moment before he shifts his attention to the lockers behind me, reaching forone and apparently completely ignoring me.

I can’t help the indignant squeak that slips from my lips as Luca opens the locker and starts to rifleinside, pulling out some clothes and stacking them on the bench next to me. I just stare, open-mouthed, at my mate – who is apparently very, very willing to ignore my desire for him right now.

Suddenly very miffed, I snap my mouth shut and glare at him, tightening my arms across my chestand sending every single one of my emotions down the bond so that he knows precisely howoffended, and frustrated, and – well, yes, a little hurt – I am, so that there’s no chance he can ignoreit anymore.

To my shock, Luca just laughs lightly, a dark and ironic sound, pressing his eyes shut as he turnsaway from me and pulls on his underwear beneath the towel, and then lets that drop to the ground,

and then starts on his pants. I have to admit, I’m a little distracted by the sight, but not enough tooverlook the fact that my mate is very able to just ignore me now, when we’re alone in our non-dream bodies for like, the first time ever.