Avela’s POV
The phone slipped from my fingers, clattering onto the nightstand like a grenade pin. My ears rang with Isabella's voice—sultry, familiar, dripping with intimacy. "Hi, baby. Let’s meet again, but this time not in your truck, please." The words looped in my head, slicing through the haze of post-s*x bliss like a knife. I stared at the screen, now dark, as if it might rewrite itself if I glared hard enough.
Lucas stirred in the bed, mumbling something incoherent, his arm reaching out blindly for me in the sheets. The same arm that had held me possessively just hours ago, fingers splayed across my stomach like he owned every inch of me. Now it felt like a lie. All of it.
I backed away, my bare feet silent on the cool hardwood floor. My skin, still flushed and marked from his to
