Ava
The morning light filtered through my curtains like an unwelcome intruder, casting long shadows across my room.
I lay there, staring at the ceiling, my body still humming with the ghost of last night’s sins.
The way he had claimed me against those cold tiles, his eyes burning with raw possession.
I should have felt regret. Shame. Instead, a dangerous heat coiled low in my belly at the memory.
My phone buzzed on the nightstand, shattering the silence.
Marcus: Wear the black shorts today.
I frowned, heat rising to my cheeks. Another message followed immediately.
Marcus: And don’t talk to Jaden.
The audacity. I wasn’t his girlfriend. I wasn’t his anything except maybe his dirty little secret. Yet my fingers hovered over the screen, and deep down, I knew I would obey. The pull
