Day seventeen felt like the house itself was learning how to breathe again. The sun stayed out longer, warming the maple trees along Maple Lane and turning the puddles into silver mirrors. Amina had texted mid-morning: “Dinner again tonight? Same time. I’ll bring ice cream this time. No pressure, just… trying.”
Elias read the message while I was still wrapped in his arms in bed, his body curled tightly around mine, morning hardness pressed hot against my a*s. His hand was already between my thighs, fingers spreading the slick warmth he’d left inside me the night before.
“She wants to come back,” he murmured, voice thick with cautious relief and immediate hunger. “That’s twice now.”
He didn’t wait for a reply. He lifted my leg and pushed inside me in one deep, claiming thrust. We both gr
