Rae's POV
The room was dark except for the faint blue glow of my phone screen.
I lay on my back, staring at the ceiling, sheets tangled around my legs. My body wouldn't settle.
Every time I closed my eyes, I felt him-his hands on my hips, his mouth on my neck, the slow, deep stretch of him inside me.
The memory kept replaying, over and over, until my skin felt too tight and my thighs kept pressing together on instinct.
Mom was asleep down the hall. I could hear the faint rhythm of her breathing through the thin walls-deep, even, exhausted from the flight.
She'd gone to bed early, kissed my forehead, told me how glad she was to be home. I'd smiled, said goodnight, then come back to my room and tried to sleep.
That was three hours ago.
My phone buzzed once, softly. I grabbed it,
