“Riley?”
Tiffany’s voice cracked. She stood frozen in the doorway, unable to look away. Her best friend — naked and breathless — still straddling the man Tiffany had given herself to. Trusted. Loved. Or thought she did.
Riley froze mid-movement. Her skin flushed not just from arousal but from the sting of being caught. She scrambled to pull the blanket over herself, eyes wide, mouth open, but no words came out.
Landon, on the other hand, was calm. Too calm. He sat up on the bed, running a hand through his hair, his toned chest rising and falling steadily like this was nothing more than an awkward misunderstanding.
“Hey, baby girl…” he said, rising to his feet, completely unbothered by his nakedness. “I know you’re feeling a lot right now, and I get it. But me and Riley... we were just
