Lyra's POV
Xander tucked my torn underwear into his jacket pocket while we pulled our clothes back on. "Your scent stays with me," he said with satisfaction.
"I think we're past subtle," I replied, glancing at the flattened grass and scattered wildflower petals that marked where the three of us had lost control together.
Ash helped me slip back into my shirt, but his expression darkened as the thin material settled over my bare chest. Without my sports bra underneath, every curve was clearly outlined through the nearly transparent fabric.
"This will make concentration impossible," he muttered, his gaze burning into me.
"There's a spare bra back at base," I said. "Though Alaric will figure it out anyway. There's no hiding what just happened."
"He would know regardless of what you wore," Xander said, his grin wicked. "You reek of sex. And of us."
Heat started creeping up my neck at the thought, but Ash pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead before I could spiral into worry.
