Lila’s POV
I knew I was lost.
There was no more pretending I wanted to escape or win the game. I wanted to be his. Completely. The thought of going back to normal—sneaking touches in the hallway, quick f***s when Mom was out—didn’t feel like enough anymore. I wanted him to own me in the daylight too, even if we had to hide it. I wanted him to fill me up and leave me dripping for days. I wanted to carry the proof of what we were doing.
Mom was coming home tomorrow.
Tonight was the last night she’d be gone.
Connor didn’t say much at dinner. He just looked at me across the table while we ate takeout—his eyes dark, steady, like he already knew what was going to happen. After we cleared the plates he took my hand and led me upstairs without a word. The hallway felt longer than usual. M
