Lor left Lia's house and started walking home for lunch.
The lane ran down toward the main road between two rows of narrow townhouses.
At this hour it was nearly empty.
Only a baker's boy with a bread cart and a couple of pigeons were around.
The baker's boy whistled under his breath and kept his eyes on the cobblestones. T
he pigeons scattered when Lor's boots came close, then settled again behind him. He kept his hands in his pockets. His stomach growled with every step.
The morning had been productive.
That much he could admit.
Three girls in sheer body stockings, mouths on him one after another, the light from the windows on their faces while they worked.
Olivia's careful concentration. Lia's lack of shame. Sophia counting under her breath until the count turned into something else.
He had walked out of that house with the taste of them still on him and the knowledge that the exam tomorrow would go better for them because of it.
Now all he wanted was lunch.
