Jess
He stood behind the door, his presence heavy and his shadow visible under the gap, and my heart tripped.
Mom was just down the hall in their bedroom, so what the hell was he doing here?
“Greg?” I whispered, yanking the covers over me, my fingers slick, my body still trembling. “What do you want?”
The door creaked slightly, and I realized I hadn't locked the door after I'd retired for the night. He stepped inside and closed it softly behind him. He was shirtless again, wearing only those damn sweatpants, his eyes locked on me with that hungry gaze.
“Tracy’s asleep,” he said, voice hushed but firm, stepping closer. “You know, I could hear you Jess, moaning my name.”
I sat up, clutching the blanket to my chest, my face burning.
“You can’t be here,” I hissed, ignoring his comment
