Claire
I hadn’t heard from Jordan all afternoon, and part of me hoped that meant he’d finally listened.
I’d meant what I said this morning— this had to stop. It was already too messy. Too risky. Lisa’s texts were rattling in my head, there had always been a hidden layer in our friendship, something uncomfortable, and that made me more anxious.
And yet, every time I closed my eyes, I could still feel him inside me. The way he took me—rough, hungry, like I belonged to him.
I poured myself a glass of wine, trying to breathe through the silence.
Then came the knock.
It was sharp. It wasn’t polite. It was Jordan.
I froze. For a second, I considered ignoring it. But my feet betrayed me, carrying me toward the door.
I opened it just a crack and there he was—Jordan. Hoodie half-zipped, hai
