Before she can say anything, my lips press against hers. She gasps and my tongue slides in, letting her taste herself on my tongue.
This feels right.
Too right.
But I can’t make myself care right now.
I blinkagainst the light streaming through the window.
It takes a moment for the cobwebs to clear, but then memories of last night flow through me, jerking me awake.
Violet is still curled in my arms, sound asleep.
Shit.
I squeeze my eyes closed.
I made my potential stalker orgasm on my hand.
That’s… probably not a good idea.
When I open my eyes again, she stirs, her eyes popping open. A small smile curls her lips.
“Good morning,” her voice is raspy from sleep. The sound shouldn’t excite me as much as it does.
“Morning.”
She pulls away slightly and grabs her phone from the coffee table by the couch. She blinks at the time, then sets it down and stretches.
When she looks at me again, her expression is neutral.
I can’t read her.
At all.
“I have to run home and handle a few things,” she says, her voice calm. “But I’ll be back later.”
Back.
Later.
Like she'd already decided this was home.
My thoughts are jumbled as I try to make sense of it.
My grip loosens just slightly. Just enough that I can pretend I’m not holding onto her.
“Okay,” I say, because apparently that’s the only word my brain can manage.
She pulls away from me entirely.
And the second she does, the space feels cold. Empty. Wrong.
I sit up, trying to catch up to reality.
It doesn’t come.
Behind me, Luna stretches lazily along the armrest, completely unbothered.
