(Danica)
The thin wall between our rooms had never felt more like a lie.
I lay awake again, staring at the ceiling, the faint glow of moonlight cutting through the blinds like silver blades. My ribs still ached with every breath, the bruises from Kane’s hits a constant, dull throb that refused to let me forget how fragile this all was. But the deeper ache lived lower — in the persistent heat between my thighs, in the memory of Caleb’s body pressed against mine, his hardness sliding along my wetness in that torturous half-plunge that left me shaking and desperate for more.
A soft knock sounded on my door.
I opened it without hesitation.
Caleb stepped inside, closing the door behind him with a quiet click. He looked exhausted — hair messy, shoulders tight, the captain’s mask slipping th
