Mara
Tina’s drama faded into the background the moment Lucian went down on me in the shower.
He was rough and gentle in turns—deliberate in the way he touched me, like he knew every inch of my body already belonged to him. And I didn’t care how fast we were falling.
I wanted to fall.
Later, we had lunch at a quiet, upscale restaurant. Walked hand in hand through the public park like we weren’t two people constantly under scrutiny.
We laughed, teased, kissed like teenagers. I couldn’t remember the last time I felt so free. When we got back home that night, we didn’t even make it past the hallway without touching each other.
Now we lay tangled on the bed, our bodies warm and worn out. My thighs ached, and I was sore in the best way—but I wouldn’t trade the feeling for anything.
Peo
