LANA
I didn’t sleep.
Not because of nightmares or noise.
Because I kept replaying the moment his mouth grazed my cheek. A whisper of heat that made my skin ache. He walked away so casually after that, like he hadn’t set my entire nervous system on fire.
I hated that I wanted him to come back and do it properly.
And now it was morning again.
I pulled my hoodie tighter, hair in a pineapple puff, no makeup, no bra, just vibes and lingering frustration. Duchess Meow trailed behind me like a tiny queen who didn’t approve of my emotional spiral. Her tail swished with judgment as I grabbed my phone and padded into the kitchen.
Rhett was already there, of course. Shirtless again. Leaning over a skillet like he was posing for a damn calendar. His joggers hung loose on his hips, and his back
