I didn’t sleep that night. Not really.I laid in bed with my thighs pressed together and my fingers tangled in the sheets, body still tingling from the kiss. Every time I closed my eyes, I felt his mouth on mine again—rough, claiming, unapologetic. I kept replaying his words.You’re ours now.The next morning, I tried to pretend I’d dreamt it. I kept my head down, wore a hoodie, and avoided the athletic center like it held a curse. But deep down, I was waiting for something. A text. A confrontation. A callout. Anything.By evening, I had convinced myself they’d moved on. That it was a game for Silas and nothing more.I was wrong.The note was slipped into my locker between classes. No name, no signature. Just an address, a time, and one line.“Come if you want more.”I didn’t ask how they found my schedule. I didn’t want to know. I held the note all day like it was poison and a drug rolled into one.By 9 p.m., I was outside the address scribbled in black ink. A large brick house near
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