My phone lit up at exactly 12:03 a.m., dragging me out of that hazy space between sleep and awake. I squinted at the screen, heart stuttering when I saw the name: Jacob.

Mona’s boyfriend. My best friend’s boyfriend.

I should have ignored it. Instead, I opened the message.

Jacob: Can’t stop thinking about you tonight, Soma.

My stomach flipped. Another text came before I could process the first.

Jacob: You’re so fucking sexy. Always have been. That little black dress you wore last week? ...