Jenny
The next morning, I lay on the couch with Tara tangled against me, her breath warm on my shoulder.
But the silence didn’t last.
The door creaked.
I sat up fast, the sheet barely covering us, and there he was. Ethan. Shirtless. Smirking.
“Morning, girls,” he said. “Sleep well? You looked like angels curled up together. Almost took a picture.”
“Don’t f*****g push it,” I snapped, my voice still hoarse from the night before.
Tara stirred beside me, groaning. “Jesus, Ethan. Give us a minute.”
“No,” he said bluntly. “Time’s up.”
My stomach twisted.
The phone was in his other hand, that same f*****g red dot blinking faintly on the screen.
“You said we could play,” he reminded us, lifting the phone slightly. “And yesterday I Iet you take the lead. Well, it's my turn now.”
I stood
