LOGINNate’s POV I stayed the night. Sophie fell asleep against my chest with one leg hooked over mine and her breathing slowly evening out. I lay awake longer than she did, staring at the dark ceiling of her bedroom and cataloguing every place her body touched mine. The weight of her head. The warmth of her skin. The faint scent of her shampoo mixed with sex and sweat. Years of wanting this exact thing made the reality of it feel almost unreal. At some point I must have drifted off, because the next thing I knew early light was filtering through her curtains and she was shifting against me. I felt the moment she fully woke up. Her body tensed for half a second before she carefully lifted her head to look at me. “Morning,” I said. My voice came out rough. “Morning.” Neither of us moved right away. The sheet was tangled around our hips. Her bare chest pressed against mine with every breath. The evidence of what we had done last night was still there between us, dried on her thighs and
Sophie’s POV The door closed behind him and the apartment felt too quiet. I stood in the middle of the living room with my arms still crossed and tried to steady my breathing. He had been close enough that I could smell his cologne. Close enough that if either of us had moved even slightly the careful distance we were keeping would have collapsed. I had looked at his mouth. I knew he had seen me do it. I dragged both hands through my hair and let out a shaky breath. This was getting out of control. The jealousy. The way my body reacted when he sat too close. The fact that I had admitted out loud that I hated seeing Maya in his space. Every clean boundary I had ever drawn around him was fraying and I didn’t know how to stop it. My phone buzzed on the counter. Made it home. You okay? I stared at the message. The smart thing would have been to say yes and put the phone down and go to bed. Instead I typed before I could talk myself out of it. Can you come back? The reply
Nate’s POV I saw her message land while Maya was still in my kitchen. I know. Two words. That was all. I stared at them longer than I should have while the sound of Maya pouring water into a glass filled the quiet apartment. Something about the way Sophie had answered felt heavier than the words themselves. She had been off for days. Pulling away and then showing up at Miller’s only to sit beside me like her body was braced for impact. I had asked her straight out if the other night bothered her and she had lied to my face with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. I locked the phone and set it down. Maya came back to the couch and tucked her legs under herself. She was easy to be around. Low pressure. She didn’t ask for much and she didn’t dig into places I didn’t want to open. Most nights that was enough. Tonight her presence felt like a weight I had invited in and didn’t know how to carry properly. “You’re distracted,” she said. Not accusing. Just noticing. “Sorry. Long week.”
Sophie’s POV Saturday came whether I wanted it to or not. I spent most of the morning cleaning my apartment for no good reason, moving the same pile of mail from one surface to another and reorganizing a cabinet that did not need it. Every time my phone lit up I felt a stupid spike of tension. Most of the messages were nothing. Work. A friend asking about plans. One from my mother. Nothing from Nate. I told myself that was fine. He was busy. He had company. Maya had confirmed for Saturday and I had told him to have fun like it didn’t scrape anything raw inside me. By late afternoon the restlessness got bad enough that I left the apartment. I walked without a real destination, headphones in, music loud enough to crowd out my own thoughts. It only half worked. My brain kept supplying images I hadn’t asked for. Her shoes by his door again. His smile aimed at someone else. The easy way she had touched him. I ended up near the park we used to haunt in high school, the one with the cro
Sophie’s POV I slept badly. Every time I closed my eyes I saw the black heels by his door and the way Maya’s hand had rested on his arm like it belonged there. I kept hearing the soft sound of that kiss in the hallway. By the time the sky started to lighten I had given up on real sleep and just lay there staring at the ceiling, restless and irritated with myself. It shouldn’t have mattered. That was the part that kept looping. Nate was allowed to have people over. He was allowed to kiss someone. He was allowed to have a girl look at him the way Maya had looked at him. None of it was my business. We were friends. We had only ever been friends. I had no claim on his nights or his couch or the way he smiled at someone else. Knowing that did not make the tight feeling in my chest go away. I dragged myself through the morning on coffee and autopilot. Work blurred past in a string of emails and meetings I barely registered. Every free second my mind slid back to his apartment. The low
Sophie’s POV I didn’t text him before I went over. That was the first mistake. I usually did. A quick message on the way, something stupid like “I’m coming over, hide the evidence” or “you better have food.” It was our thing. Habit. The kind of small ritual that made showing up at his place feel automatic, like walking into a room that already knew me. Tonight I just drove. My head was loud. Work had been a mess, one of those days where every small thing stacked on top of the last until I felt scraped thin. I wanted something familiar. Nate was familiar. He always had been. Since we were fifteen and sixteen, since the group of us used to pile into someone’s car and drive around with no destination, he had been the constant. The one who stayed steady when everything else shifted. I parked under the crooked streetlight outside his building and sat there for a second with the engine off. The air was cool. I could hear someone’s music thumping faintly from an open window higher up. I
LANAI stared out the cab window as the Miami streets blurred past. The air conditioning was barely working, and my thighs stuck to the fake leather seat. I’d just landed from my dad’s place up north, and this was the start of another summer with Mom. Same routine every year since the divorce. I li
LANAThe words left my mouth and I wanted to take them back immediately, but it was too late. “Please fuck my greedy pussy… Daddy.” My voice sounded small and desperate in the quiet study. Shame burned through my whole body, but my pussy was throbbing so hard I could feel my heartbeat between my le
LANA Morning light came through the curtains and hit me straight in the face. I lay there for a long minute before I dragged myself out of bed, legs still a little shaky from last night. My pussy felt tender when I walked. Every step reminded me of Dominic’s thick fingers stretching me open, the w
LANAThe door clicked open and I spun around so fast my head spun. Dominic stood there, fully dressed now in that same black t-shirt and grey sweatpants, but it didn’t make him any less dangerous. His eyes burned into me, heavy and sure, like he already knew exactly what my body was doing under the







