The clock on the nightstand glowed 3:58 a.m. The house was completely still—parents asleep upstairs, bags already packed by the front door for their early flight. Tomorrow everything would snap back: breakfast chatter, questions about college, the careful distance of normal family life. Tonight was the last dark hour that belonged only to them.
Angel didn’t knock. She slipped through the cracked door naked—skin cool from the hallway air, n*****s already tight. Moonlight cut through the blinds in thin silver bars across the bed. Marcus lay on his back, one arm thrown over his head, breathing slow and deep. She padded across the carpet, lifted the sheet, and climbed in beside him.
He woke instantly—eyes opening, body tensing—then relaxing when he felt her bare skin slide against his. His c
