LilaEthan must have slipped out while I slept, because the sheets beside me are cold. I hate that I notice. I hate that I reach for him anyway.The power’s still out. The only light is the orange flicker dancing over the walls, painting shadows that look like us, tangled, fighting and fucking. My body aches in places I forgot had names. Between my thighs is a sweet, brutal reminder: he was here. He took And I let him.I sit up, sheets pooling at my waist. The lace bra is gone, i guesss it got torn off sometime after round two on the stairs, maybe round three against the hallway mirror. My skin is a map of him, his fingerprints on my hips, bite marks on my collarbone, a bruise blooming where his thumb pressed my throat. I trace one with a fingertip and feel my pulse kick, traitor that it is.The door creaks open and Ethan steps in carrying two mugs. He’s shirtless, sweatpants riding low, the scar on his eyebrow catching the firelight. His knuckles are split. He must have found the hea
 Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-10-27
Terakhir Diperbarui : 2025-10-27