The tenth day felt like walking on cracked glass. Amina had texted late the night before — a short, stiff message saying she was staying at Lena’s for at least a few more nights. No “I love you.” No emoji. Just the facts. The silence that followed her text was louder than any argument.
I woke to Elias’s familiar weight behind me, his arm banded tightly around my waist, one leg hooked over mine in that possessive, clingy way that had become his anchor. His morning hardness pressed insistently against my a*s, and before I could even say good morning, his hand was between my thighs, fingers sliding through the mess he’d left the night before.
“Need you,” he rasped against my neck, voice still rough with sleep. “Can’t start this day without feeling you around me.”
He lifted my leg and pushe
