Aria
“Now squat.”
I glare at him over my shoulder. “You just want a f*****g view of my ass.”
He grins, completely unapologetic. “And? Get to it.”
Laughing despite myself, I do as he says. “Happy now?”
“Very. The view’s incredible.”
My legs are shaking like f*****g jelly. Is this training or some twisted form of punishment? I’ve been holding this position for what feels like a goddamn eternity. My thighs are burning, and my stomach growls like a pissed-off bear. Oh, right…I didn’t eat breakfast. Smart move, Aria.
Lucas is just sitting there, and I swear, that asshole is staring at my ass.
I hear him clear his throat. Finally. Slow, deliberate footsteps approach, the kind that scream, I’m in control, and you’re not. His arms wrap around me, pulling me up. Relief washes over me like
