Chapter 70. By Default

VENUS 

"So today was successful, I guess?" I asked, lying on his bed and staring at the ceiling. I had only managed to pull down my zip before collapsing on his giant bed.

"Mm-hmm," he replied, clearly distracted with something and it was neither my semi-naked body nor the shirt he was unbuttoning. 

After we returned to the festival, I noticed him subtly looking around for someone. He was halfway out of his makeshift throne when I held him back.

"What is it?" I had asked curiously, checking for any danger but he simply pecked me on the cheek and sat back, stroking his chin, another sign that he was troubled by something. 

Now, once again, I was sharing his attention with some unseen thing.

Or was it an unseen person? Bly suggested and I sat up at once, unwilling to entertain such thoughts. Merely imagining Rhys with someone else was both disgusting and unacceptable. I shook my head, doing away with the idea.

Now