I couldn’t sleep. Not after what had happened in the kitchen.

Not after Rhys had touched me like I was his favorite sin.

Not after Landon had kissed me like he owned me.

Not after Chase had painted my body like it haunted his dreams.

Every inch of me still tingled with their fingerprints.

Every thought was of them.

And every ache between my legs screamed for more.

I wasn’t just spiraling—I was falling.

And I didn’t care where I landed.

A soft knock came at my ...