Lila’s POV
I was a wreck all day.
I woke up with my c**t still swollen from the way he’d edged me the night before—every time I shifted in bed the sheet dragged across it and sent a fresh jolt through me. My ass carried the memory of the ruler too—faint red lines that stung when I sat down for breakfast. I kept my thighs pressed together under the table while Mom talked about her garden club plans. Connor sat across from me, drinking coffee, eyes on his phone like nothing had happened. But when he looked up—once, just once—our gazes locked and I felt the heat crawl up my neck and settle low in my belly.
I spent the morning folding laundry in the living room—trying to keep my hands busy so I wouldn’t slide them between my legs. Every time I bent over the basket the sundress rode up a
