POV: Ryan
The bedroom door clicked shut behind us, and the air changed. Thicker. Hotter. My heart pounded so hard I could hear it in my ears as I stood there, watching Ethan pull Lena against him. She melted into his kiss like she’d done it a thousand times, but her eyes flicked to me over his shoulder. That look—nervous, hungry, trusting—hit me straight in the chest.
This was supposed to be physical. Rules. No emotions. Just bodies and pleasure. But the second Ethan stepped back and nodded at me, gesturing me closer, something cracked open inside.
“Come here,” Lena whispered, reaching for my hand.
I took it. Her skin was soft, warm, and the simple touch sent a jolt through me. I’d dreamed of this for years—touching her without guilt, without pretending I didn’t want her. Now it was re
