Tessa left at 6:52.
I heard the garage, the car, the stupid cheerful tap of her horn like the house was innocent. I lay in the spare bed with the door still unlatched and my shorts on the floor from last night and told myself I would not get up. I would wait until class. I would be a guest.
The mattress dipped.
Grant did not knock. He came in already pulling the sheet down my legs like the unlocked door had been a signature. Bare chest. Sleep pants shoved low. Hard. The ring on his hand caught the thin morning light when he wrapped that hand around my ankle and dragged me down the bed.
“She takes the long way to the office on Fridays.” His voice was rough from sleep and not sorry. “Forty minutes if traffic is kind. You’re going to use all of them with my name in your mouth. Your name.
