My legs shook as I stood on the cold kitchen floor. The marble still felt icy against my bare feet, a sharp reminder of where I had just been sitting. My dress was twisted, my panties crooked. I fixed them with quick, jerky pulls. My hands would not stop trembling. The air smelled like us—like sweat, like want.
Lucas stood three steps away. His chest rose and fell fast. His lips were red from our kisses. His eyes searched my face, dark and worried. He looked like he wanted to reach for me again. I took one step back. My spine hit the counter. The edge dug into my skin.
“We…” My voice cracked. I swallowed hard. “We need to set boundaries.”
The words came out shaky, but I forced them. I had to. If I didn’t say it now, I never would.
Lucas’s brows pulled together. “Boundaries?”
“Yes.” I
