Meadow’s POV:
The first mistake I made the next morning was thinking that I could function like a normal human being.
The second? Walking into that damn kitchen.
I hadn’t gotten enough sleep last night. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw him—his head between my thighs, his mouth, his voice, the way I shattered underneath his tongue. The entire experience lived under my skin now, pulsing low and steady in every single nerve.
So I did what I always did when my brain refused to settle. I went looking for caffeine.
Wearing nothing but a pair of shorts and a tank top, I padded down the staircase and into the kitchen. My eyes felt heavy, and I hadn’t looked in the mirror yet, but I was sure my hair looked like a bird’s nest.
I walked over to the kitchen counter, and there it was.
The ene
