The kitchen felt smaller every time they ended up in it together.
Danica stood at the counter in nothing but a faded team hoodie and the tiniest pair of silk sleep shorts she owned, deliberately chosen. The bruises along her ribs had started shifting to sickly yellow-green, but the real defiance was in how little she was wearing. She knew Caleb would come downstairs eventually. He always did when sleep refused to claim either of them.
She didn’t have to wait long.
Caleb appeared in the doorway, freshly showered, wearing only black sweatpants. His eyes locked on her immediately — on the long stretch of bare legs, on the way the hoodie barely covered the curve of her ass, on the faint marks still visible at her collarbone. The hunger in his gaze was instant and unguarded.
“Those shorts s
