Clover POV
I was on top, riding him slow and steady the way he liked, hands braced on his chest while the old bedsprings creaked under us. The afternoon light filtered through the blinds in my bedroom, catching the sweat on his skin.
Cameron’s eyes were half-closed, his hands gripping my hips like he was trying to anchor himself. For a minute it felt almost normal, like we could pretend the last few months of on-again-off-again bullshit didn’t exist. Then his mouth fell open and the moan came out wrong.
“Rhea… f**k, Rhea, just like that…”
The name hit me like cold water. I froze mid-thrust, staring down at him. My body went from hot to completely checked out in half a second. I climbed off so fast I almost knocked the lamp off the nightstand.
“What the hell did you just say?” I snapp
