Lumi POV
The elevator doors slid open to the penthouse, and the familiar scent of leather and Briggs’s cologne hit me like a safety net I hadn’t realized I needed. Brianna stepped out first, her keys jingling as she tossed them onto the marble counter without a word.
She gave me one last glance—half apologetic, half still curious—and disappeared down the hall toward her wing. I stood there in my leggings and oversized sweater, the fabric still carrying the faint mineral smell from the spa, my thighs aching with every shift of weight.
The soreness between my legs reminded me of Briggs’s hands, but the spa had left something else behind, something thinner and sharper that settled in my chest like a splinter.
I barely had time to drop my bag before I felt him. Briggs emerged from the sh
