I was half asleep when the banging started. Three hard knocks, then a pause, then three more. The kind of pounding that says the person on the other side is not going away until you open up. My heart jumped into my throat. I knew that rhythm. It was him.
I had not seen Marcus in six months. Not since the night we screamed at each other in this very apartment, threw accusations like knives, and he stormed out with the door slamming so hard the walls shook. We had been toxic from the start. Too much fire, too much jealousy, too much everything. But the s*x. God, the s*x had always been nuclear. The kind that left me sore for days, p***y swollen and leaking, body marked with fingerprints and bite marks. I hated how much I missed it.
I rolled out of bed in nothing but the thin gray tank top
