LOGINSophie’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
Liora’s POV I woke up wet. Not from a dream. From the solid heat of Remy’s thigh between mine and the slow, unconscious way he was hard against my hip even in sleep. Morning light was already leaking through the curtains. His arm was heavy across my waist. His breath was warm against the back of my neck. I shifted just enough to feel the drag of his cock against my skin. He made a low sound in his throat but didn’t wake. I reached back and wrapped my fingers around him. He was thick, heavy, already leaking at the tip. I stroked him once, slow, from root to head, and felt him pulse in my hand. “Liora.” His voice was rough with sleep. His hips pushed forward into my grip. “Morning,” I said. He kissed the back of my neck, open-mouthed, and then bit down just hard enough to make me gasp. His hand slid from my waist to my breast, thumb dragging over my nipple until it tightened. “You’re soaked,” he muttered against my skin, fingers already slipping between my thighs from behind. He
Remy’s POV I stayed. She fell asleep with her head on my chest and one hand resting over my heart, exactly where she had put it. I lay awake longer than she did, listening to her breathe, feeling the steady weight of her, and understanding that the contract we had signed in that quiet lawyer’s office no longer described the thing we were living. Morning came soft and gray. She woke slowly, blinking up at me with the kind of unguarded expression I had only seen in pieces before. Neither of us rushed to fill the silence. We just looked at each other while the city started to move outside the windows. “Hi,” she said, voice rough from sleep. “Hi.” She stretched against me and then went still, like she was remembering everything that had led to this bed and this morning. I brushed my thumb along her bare shoulder and felt her shiver. “We have the event tonight,” she said. “We do.” “Are we still going as a contract?” I considered the question. The honest answer was simple. “No,”
Liora’s POV I almost knocked. I stood outside his door in the dark with my hand raised and my heart beating too hard, and for a long minute I let myself imagine what would happen if I pushed it open. Then I turned around and went back to my own room because I still didn’t know what I was allowed to want. Sleep came in pieces. When the morning light finally showed up I felt scraped out and restless. I could hear him moving around the kitchen. The normal sounds of a shared apartment that no longer felt normal at all. I took a shower and dressed before I left my room. He was at the island with coffee, hair still damp, wearing a black t-shirt and the same focused quiet he carried everywhere. He looked up when I walked in. The look lasted longer than it used to. “You didn’t sleep,” he said. “Neither did you.” He poured a second cup and slid it toward me. Our fingers didn’t touch. The careful space between us felt deliberate and exhausting. We made it through most of the day without
Remy’s POV I woke up with her still in my bed. For a few seconds I didn’t move. Liora’s head was on my chest, one of her legs tangled with mine, her breathing slow and even. Morning light cut across the sheets and caught in her hair. My arm was numb where she had been lying on it all night. I didn’t shift it. The contract had a clause about this. No overnight stays in the same bed. We had broken it without discussion. We had broken more than that. She stirred before I could decide what to do. Her eyes opened, unfocused at first, then sharpening as she registered where she was. I felt her body go still against mine. “Morning,” I said. Her voice was rough from sleep. “Morning.” Neither of us moved for another stretch of seconds. Then she carefully extracted herself and sat up, pulling the sheet with her. I watched the line of her bare back as she looked around for her clothes. They were still in a trail from the doorway to the bed. “I’ll get them,” I said. I stood and gathered
Liora’s POV I heard him stop outside my door. The footsteps came down the hall and then went quiet. I stood in the middle of my room with the green dress half-unzipped and waited. One second. Two. Three. Then the footsteps moved away and his door closed. I finished undressing and got into bed, but sleep felt impossible. Every time I closed my eyes I saw the look on his face when he said the word. Jealous. He hadn’t denied it. He had stood there in front of all those people with his hand on my waist and let the truth hang between us like something sharp. Morning didn’t help. We avoided each other with the same careful precision we had been using for days. Coffee. Separate rooms. The quiet sound of his keys when he left. I tried to work and ended up staring at the same email for twenty minutes without reading it. My body felt too aware of the empty apartment. Of the door down the hall. Of the way he had looked at me when he said he didn’t get that sound from me. He came home just
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
LANAMom helped me carry my suitcase upstairs to my room. It was the same one I always stayed in during summers, nothing fancy but it felt like mine. She hugged me again at the door.“Get settled in, baby. Dinner will be ready soon.” She said and I nodded and closed the door behind her.I pulled ou
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







