Rae's POV
Mom had been home for a week now, and the house had settled into a strange new normal. No more late-night whispers or stolen touches in the kitchen.
No more waking up tangled in Killian's arms. We'd gotten good at pretending-polite smiles across the breakfast table, casual "good mornings" that didn't linger, careful distance whenever Mom was in the room.
But the ache between my legs never quite went away.
Every time he walked past me in the hallway, every time our eyes met for a second too long, every time his hand brushed mine when he passed me a plate at dinner-it all came rushing back.
I was constantly wet, constantly needy, constantly fighting the urge to drag him into the nearest room and beg him to f**k me senseless.
Today was worse than usual.
Mom had a book club
