Day eleven hung over Willow Creek like a held breath. The soft drizzle outside did little to wash away the heavy silence that had settled inside the Maple Lane house. Amina’s car was still parked at Lena’s according to Mia’s casual morning text, and the absence felt louder than any slammed door.
I woke slowly, cocooned in Elias’s warmth. His body was curled tightly around mine, one strong arm banded across my chest while the other hand rested possessively between my thighs. Even in sleep his fingers twitched, stroking lazily through the slick mess he’d left the night before. His morning hardness pressed insistently against my a*s, hot and demanding.
“Morning, baby,” he murmured, voice gravelly and low as he woke. Without another word he lifted my leg, aligned himself, and pushed inside m
