The next day he took here again, he couldn’t stop.

The house was dark and quiet, the kind of quiet that rang in Lila’s ears.

She lay sprawled on the couch, chest still heaving, skin slick with sweat. Ethan hovered over her, his weight braced on trembling arms. The taste of him lingered on her tongue, the ache between her thighs a reminder of how recklessly, desperately they’d just taken each other.

It had been frenzied this time, half-clothed, frantic, like they both knew time was ...