Lila swore to herself, lying awake that night, that she would never let it happen again.

She replayed every second of the frantic, stolen moment with Ethan, the raw way he’d taken her against the wall, the way his mouth had claimed hers like it was the only thing keeping him alive. It had been madness. Reckless.

If Claire had walked in even thirty seconds earlier, it would have destroyed everything.

It has to stop, she told herself.

But by morning, one look at Ethan unraveled her ...