POV: Ethan
The morning after felt strangely normal. Sunlight filtered through the kitchen blinds as I flipped pancakes, the smell of coffee filling the house. Lena moved around me in her robe, humming softly, her hair messy from the night before. Ryan had slipped out early, mumbling something about work, but not before giving us both a quick, awkward fist bump. Rules intact. No drama.
I told myself it was fine. Better than fine. Last night had been explosive—the kind of heat we’d been missing for years. Watching Ryan with Lena, hearing her moan both our names, had turned me on more than I expected. I’d come harder than I had in months. So why did something feel… off today?
Lena came up behind me, wrapping her arms around my waist and pressing a kiss between my shoulder blades. “Those sm
