When She Turns Her Back Novels & Stories

“This isn’t supposed to be fair.” She stood and turned, her back to him as she walked toward the shower. Light caught her lower back, highlighting the smooth curve of her ass. Liam swallowed hard and muttered under his breath, “God help me.”

She stands up, take her stance and she leaves. ***

He was dressed now, ready to go, just sitting there with his back to her, his hands crossed over his knees. “Okay,” she said, but she didn’t move to put her bra on just yet. For some reason, she waited, just staring at the back of his head. Slowly, as if he had no control over himself either, as if she wasn’t the only one possessed by an urge completely beyond understanding, he turned and looked over his shoulder.

She nodded. Moved toward the door of the sitting room. Stopped. She did not turn around. Just—stopped, for a moment, in the doorway. Her back to him. The pearl studs visible at her ears. The simple clothes. The woman she was when she wasn't performing the role she had been prepared since birth to perform.

I said behind her. I could never get tired of staring at her backside. But right now! I want to see her beautiful eyes. I want to see her facial expression. So, she didn’t turn around. I rolled my eyes. They heard her scream! But it wasn’t her screaming. We both heard it. “What was that? She said. She finally turned around because not by me, but someone screamed. I know what that scream means. I smirked, and she stared at me, confused.

Then she turned… And walked out.

she replies. I sigh. This girl. This girl is going to end me. “Turn around,” I say immediately. She raises a brow. “Lucas….” “Turn. Around,” I repeat. A pause, then she smirks, and turns around. “This better be quick,” she adds over her shoulder. “Because I don't trust myself on not looking back.” Oh, it will be. It absolutely will be. I spin around instantly, grab the clothes, and start dressing at lightning speed.

“Lift the back of your shift for me. All the way up to your neck. You can still keep your chest covered, but show me your whole back please.” “Why?” “You’ll see. You’ll like it. I promise.” “Can you turn around for a minute please?” “Sure.” I turned to face the other side of the bed. I heard her sigh then slowly sit up. I heard some clothes move around then her lay back down. I could hear her breath quicken. I couldn’t tell if it was fear or what, but I waited until she told me I could turn back around. What I found made me swallow the drool pooling in my mouth. Her back was fully exposed, along with most of her side. She looked perfect, and so soft. Her eyes though were filled with worry.

Sebastian replied, and that was all she needed, her eyes flicked once towards the mirror, the black car behind her still there, still watching, still part of it. Then back to the man, he's still calm, still waiting, still sure. "Then we don’t give him that,” she said, and before Sebastian could respond she moved fast, not opening the door, not stepping out, she threw the car into reverse hard, the tires catching sharply against the concrete, the sudden movement breaking the stillness instantly, as the car behind her reacted too late, not expecting her to move that way and the space between them closed for a split second before she cut the wheel and pushed the car back into a sharp turn, forc