Kade wasn’t supposed to call her.
That was rule number one.
No texting unless she initiated. No phone calls. No “how was your day?” bullshit.
Just late-night visits. Or mid-morning. Or whenever she felt like having him inside her.
But tonight, she broke her own rule.
She didn’t text him “come over.”
She texted him “Be waiting.”
And when he unlocked his apartment door after his shift, she was already inside.
On his couch.
Wearing his shirt.
Drinking from a glass he hadn’t poured.
“Door was unlocked,” she said casually, legs tucked under her. “You should be more careful.”
“You’re the only one who shows up unannounced.”
She smiled. “That’s a lie.”
He dropped his bag and took in the scene. She’d lit a candle. His liquor bottle was open. His bedroom door was shut.
She’d made hers
