The house was quiet. Too quiet.
Sienna lay on her back in the dark, her eyes tracing the ceiling. The rain had stopped, but the silence that followed was louder than any storm. Her husband’s breathing was deep and steady beside her, his back turned. Even when he was home, it always felt like he wasn’t.
And she hated how much she was waiting.
Waiting for the sound of a car pulling into the driveway.
Waiting for the shadow that lived in her head now.
Waiting for Adrian.
She had spent the last three nights trying to erase the way his fingers felt inside her. The way he looked at her like she wasn’t someone else’s wife but his personal sin. She couldn’t stop replaying it in her head. The heat. The danger. The thrill of almost being caught.
When the soft vibration of her phone lit up the
