The morning after that stormy night, everything felt different. My body ached in the best way, little marks from Isaac’s mouth hidden under my clothes. Elena came home late and kissed him on the cheek like nothing had changed. I smiled and acted normal, but inside I was burning. Every time Isaac looked at me across the breakfast table, heat flared low in my belly. We had a secret now. A dangerous, addictive one.
We couldn’t stay away. The next few days became a blur of stolen moments and careful planning. Elena worked long hours, so we took advantage. The first time after the storm was in his car, parked in a quiet spot behind an old warehouse on the edge of town. I climbed into the backseat with him, and it was frantic again—clothes half on, my skirt pushed up around my waist, his pants
