Day nineteen felt steadier, like the house was slowly remembering how to hold three people again. The sky stayed mostly clear, and a light breeze carried the scent of blooming lilacs through the open windows on Maple Lane. Amina had texted early: “Dinner tonight? Thursday plan still good. I’ll bring garlic bread and a movie if we feel like it afterward. No pressure.”
Elias read the message while I was still wrapped in his arms in bed, his body curled tightly around mine, morning hardness pressed hot and insistent 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 Thursday dinner,” he murmured, voice thick with quiet hope and immediate need. “And maybe a movie. That’s four nights. She’s really showing
