Meadow’s POV:

The first mistake I made the next morning was thinking that I could function like a normal human being.

The second? Walking into that damn kitchen.

I hadn’t gotten enough sleep last night. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw him—his head between my thighs, his mouth, his voice, the way I shattered underneath his tongue. The entire experience lived under my skin now, pulsing low and steady in every single nerve.

So I did what I always did when my brain refused to settle. ...