CHAPTER 3
HILDA
My legs still felt weak, shaky from how hard Jayden had taken me against the wall, from the way his c*m was still warm and sticky between my thighs, trickling slow every time I moved. But I didn’t care. I couldn’t stop looking at him—his hoodie half-zipped, hair messy from my fingers, that dark look in his eyes that said he wasn’t finished ruining me yet.
We didn’t speak much at first. We just moved together, silent and sure, like we’d done this a hundred times even though this was the first. He tugged dusty blankets off the spare beds down the hall—thick wool ones that smelled like old lavender and dragged them back to the master bedroom. I followed with armfuls of flattened pillows, the kind that had probably belonged to someone’s grandmother, soft and lumpy now. We sp
