Selena’s POV – Morning After she left the diner with Lucas
I stretched across the sheets, a lazy moan escaping as the morning sun slipped through the blinds. My skin still buzzed—sore, sated, deliciously used. Lucas had taken his sweet time last night, whispering dirty things, making promises with his hands and his mouth, then breaking them on purpose just to hear me beg.
God, I hated how much I liked that.
“Lucas?”
I rolled over into cold sheets.
No body heat. No snoring. No lazy arm draped over my waist. Just... gone.
Figures. My heart thudded.
“Seriously?” I grumbled, sitting up. “You f**k me like that and dip before breakfast?”
Typical man. He moaned my name like a prayer—“Selena, f**k, don’t stop”—and now he was just... gone?
“Asshole,” I muttered, grabbing his pillow and hu
