CHAPTER 3: FAMILY MOVIE NIGHT
WILLOW’S POV
A week. It had been a whole week since my mom got back from Napa, and the tension was going to kill me.
Seven days of pretending.
Seven days of sitting across the dinner table from Nikolai, my thighs secretly slick with need, while he asked me to pass the salt like I was just his sweet, innocent stepdaughter.
Every moment was pure, exquisite agony.
The kind that had me sneaking into the bathroom between classes, fingers buried deep, f*****g myself raw while the memory of him tearing me apart played on a loop in my mind.
Tonight was "Family Movie Night." A sacred tradition.
Mom, in her worn, fluffy socks, had already commandeered the prime spot on the couch, armed with a bowl of popcorn.
I was curled up on the far end, and Nikolai… Ni
