Chapter 3
Emma’s POV
I woke up to the sound of Jake’s car engine rumbling down the driveway, tires crunching over the gravel until the noise faded completely.
He had leaned over the bed earlier, kissed my forehead quick and sloppy like always, and muttered something about needing to run into town with his buddies for some stupid supply run his dad asked him to handle.
“I’ll be back by lunch, babe. Dad’s around if you need anything,” he said, already halfway out the door.
Then he was gone. Just like that. The house fell silent except for the low hum of the air conditioning and my own heartbeat pounding in my ears.
I lay there for a minute staring at the ceiling, the sheets tangled around my legs, my p***y still tender and a little sticky from the way I had rubbed myself raw last ni
