Day twenty brought a gentle warmth to Willow Creek. The sun filtered through scattered clouds, and the lilacs along Maple Lane were in full bloom, their sweet scent drifting through the open windows. Amina had texted mid-morning: “Saturday dinner still good? I’ll bring dessert again. Maybe we can sit outside on the porch afterward if the weather holds. No big talks unless it feels right.”
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 Saturday too,” he murmured, voice thick with quiet hope and immediate hunger. “And the porch afterward. Five nights. She’s really c
