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CHAPTER FIVE The first seven days after Mia left felt like living inside a dream that Lana never wanted to wake from. Every morning she opened her eyes to sunlight pouring through the master bedroom curtains and his arms wrapped tightly around her waist. Every night she fell asleep with her head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart while his fingers traced lazy circles on her bare back. They made love in the kitchen while coffee brewed, on the pool float while the sun burned their skin, against the glass door of the shower until the hot water ran cold. The entire house smelled like them now. Every corner carried the echo of her breathless moans and his low growls.But the dream started to crack around the edges.Mia’s messages came less often, and when they did come, they carried a new weight.Mia 🐾hey… you’ve been super quiet. Is everything okay at home?Mia 🐾Lana?? Did I do something wrong?Mia 🐾okay now i’m actually worried. Call me when you see this.

CHAPTER ONE Clara slammed the front door with more force than she intended. The sharp bang echoed loudly through the quiet house, making it feel as if she had shouted her secret out loud.Her backpack hit the wall with a dull thud, and she kicked off her sneakers, one of which landed crooked by the coat rack. The campus shuttle had dropped her off early again, which was no surprise considering the usual traffic snarls.The house was old, with creaky wood and faded curtains throughout, but it felt safe. It was like a warm hug after the accident that had taken her parents from her. Ethan had been her anchor through funerals, piles of paperwork, and those long, restless nights when sleep refused to come. He was family, and he was her home.The fresh scent of laundry soap drifted from the laundry room, cutting through the stale afternoon air. Clara smiled softly to herself because he must have done a load for her again. Those little things, the way he stocked her favorite yogurt in the

CHAPTER THREE The weekend came faster than Clara could prepare for.On Friday evening, Uncle Ethan finished packing the truck—cooler stocked with drinks and food, thick blankets folded neatly, groceries tucked in bags. He looked over at her from across the driveway, a small smile playing on his lips.“We’re going to the old lake house,” he said simply. “Just you and me. No one is around for miles.”Clara’s pulse thundered in her ears the entire drive. She sat in the passenger seat, hands knotted tightly in her lap, staring out at the darkening road. Every curve, every jolt of the truck over uneven pavement sent a shiver through her. Her mind kept circling back to his promise—the one whispered in heated moments, full of dark intent.The real thing.The lake house emerged from the trees exactly as she remembered it: weathered wood walls, wide windows gazing out over the inky water, the long dock stretching into the stillness like an invitation.Inside, the familiar scent of pine and

CHAPTER FIVEClara spent the entirely Friday morning attempting to distract herself from the persistent ache throbbing between her thighs. The transformative weekend at the lake house lingered in her body like a sweet, forbidden secret and the sex after the lake house.With every step she took across the kitchen floor, every subtle shift as she sat at the table, she felt him—Uncle Ethan—etched into her muscles, her skin, her very core. The lingering soreness was not painful; it was delicious, a constant, intimate reminder that he had taken her completely, claimed her virginity, filled her bare, and spilled his seed deep inside her time and again. The thought alone made her cheeks flush and her pulse quicken.She was standing at the counter, waiting for the coffee to brew, when her phone buzzed sharply against the granite surface. Clara glanced down and felt her stomach twist at the sight of Lily's name flashing on the screen.“Hey bestie! Sleepover tonight? I miss you so much. I’ll

CHAPTER ONE !! Beware this is a Lesbian love!! Elise Moreau had tutored dozens of college-bound students over the years, yet none lingered in her thoughts the way Daphne Harlow did. The girl possessed a sharp mind that sparkled whenever she focused, but focus came rarely. More often, Daphne sat with her pen idle, her lower lip caught between her teeth, her gaze drifting in ways that made Elise’s skin prickle with awareness she refused to name.At nineteen, Daphne carried herself like someone still learning the weight of her own body. Long auburn hair spilled over her shoulders in loose waves that caught the lamplight whenever she turned her head. Her hazel eyes, framed by unfairly thick lashes, held a quiet intensity that made Elise’s pulse stutter more than once. Daphne favored soft oversized sweaters that slipped off one shoulder and pleated skirts that brushed her knees, as though she hoped the fabric might hide the gentle swell of her hips and the curve of her breasts. It ne