Chapter 3
Lila’s POV
“Mom seriously just left us alone in the house?” I said it half-laughing, half-breathless the second the front door clicked shut behind them.
My voice cracked on the last word because my heart was already hammering so hard I could feel it in my throat.
Marcus didn’t answer with words. He just reached over, grabbed my wrist, and yanked me toward the living room couch like he’d been waiting for this exact second his whole life.
Tyler was right behind me, his fingers already tangled in my other hand, pulling me down between them the same way we’d been crammed in the backseat.
The AC hummed softly overhead but the room still felt thick, heavy, like the air itself knew what was coming.
I landed on the middle cushion with a soft thud, skirt flipping up again, thigh
