3
Lila
Vivian had gone out for the night, leaving me with leftover grilled chicken, a fridge full of sparkling water, and a man I couldn’t stop thinking about.
The house was too quiet without her chatter. Damien was in the living room, laptop open, his whole vibe set to business mode. He looked up when I stepped out of my room, and for a split second his eyes slid down my body before snapping back to my face.
I was wearing a bikini. Not just any bikini though, this one was a sunshine-yellow scrap of fabric I’d bought because I knew it was a bad idea. The top barely counted as coverage, the bottoms sat low on my hips, and together they said one thing very clearly: look at me.
“Going for a swim?” His tone was neutral, but his eyes lingered just long enough to tell me he’d noticed.
“Mm-
