Elena stared at her phone screen in the dim light of her bedroom. It was early morning again, birds chirping outside like nothing had changed, but everything had. That photo from Jax, his hand gripping himself through his jeans, had kept her up half the night. She'd looked at it more times than she wanted to admit, zooming in on the tattoos on his fingers, imagining what it would feel like. Her body was a traitor, still humming from the diner, from her own desperate release in bed afterward. Sore, but not satisfied, not even close.
She rolled over, burying her face in the pillow. Today was supposed to be about helping her dad with his doctor's appointment, as well as errands for her mom. She’d go back to normal and back to the girl who'd chosen the convent to escape all this mess, but who
