It’s just sex.
Sighing heavily, I nod to myself.
Just sex.
I can do that. It’s all I’m good for anyway.
The following morning I’m exhausted. It’s nearly noon according to my phone, and I still can’t be bothered to leave the warmth of my bed.
The breeze from the window is chilly, and it only makes me snuggle further into the bed.
My hip stings, reminding me of my new ink. Grinning, I push the duvet down to inspect it, only to find faint bruises to the side of it.
Crane.
Now I’m remembering his fingers digging into my hips, his mouth on mine as we fucked like animals.
I want him right now.
Someone is clattering around in the kitchen below me, and I pray it’s not either of my parents.
Or Kai.
But the chances of it being Crane are pretty slim.
Swinging my legs out of bed, I make my way downstairs to find my mom cleaning the kitchen.
Oh.
“Hey, baby!” Mom grins, nodding at the kitchen table behind her. “Crane’s just made coffee.”
Oh God.
My stomach flutters at the mention of his name, and I try to act casual, helping myself to a mug of coffee without once looking at him.
But then I do, and I’m fucked.
Completely fucked.
He’s showered recently, and he’s wearing a white t-shirt and gray joggers, a deadly combination on a hot guy.
On Crane though, it’s fucking hypnotising.
His gaze sweeps over me from just over the rim of his coffee mug, and I’m pleased I’m wearing a shirt that barely covers my ass.
“Hey,” I drawl, tucking my legs beneath me.
“Good morning, Sierra.”
His voice commands my attention, but when I look at him he’s staring at his phone, a grim expression on his face.
“Are you okay?” I ask lightly, clearing my throat.
He seems too far away.
I need him back here with me.
“Crane?” I glance at Mom who is now sorting through laundry, humming along to the radio.
