Morning came, but the tension didn’t fade.
Olivia stood at the kitchen counter, pouring coffee with a grip too tight on the handle. She could feel Cole’s presence behind her, even without looking. His silence was heavy, calculated. He wasn’t in a rush. He didn’t need to be.
The events of the night before replayed relentlessly in her head—the kiss, the dares, the way Ethan had allowed Maya to straddle him without hesitation. But what consumed her most was the way Cole’s lips had tasted when he made her moan into his mouth like she wasn’t supposed to.
Ethan strolled in, acting as if nothing had shifted. He wrapped an arm lazily around Olivia’s waist, pressing a casual kiss to her cheek. But his eyes flickered toward Maya, who sat cross-legged on the couch, sipping her coffee with a knowin
