5
Lena’s POV
Every part of the house reminded me of what Elias and I were doing. We’ve kissed…fucked on every chair, counter, doorway. I walked barefoot through the hallway that morning, fingers trailing along the walls. My skin was still sore from his grip. My thighs ached and there were tiny bruises blooming on my hips.
I liked them.
I passed the kitchen and glanced at the counter.bHe’d kissed me there and laid me out like a meal.
I passed the back door.
We’d swam naked and f****d in the pool like we’d forgotten we were real people.
My stomach fluttered.
I eventually found him in the living room.
He was sitting on the couch, shirtless, staring at his phone like he wasn’t actually reading it.
He looked up when I walked in, and didn’t smile. He didn’t look away either.
“You okay
