Two Weeks Later
The sun filtered softly through the bedroom curtains, casting lazy golden rays across tangled sheets and intertwined limbs. Kara stirred beneath Jace, still half-asleep, her cheek pressed to his chest as he brushed lazy fingers down her back. The house had been their private world for two blissfully reckless weeks—no rules, no guilt, just stolen kisses, whispered confessions, and the kind of intimacy neither of them had ever known before.
And then the front door slammed.
The sound shattered the silence like a gunshot. Kara jolted upright, heart racing.
Jace blinked. “s**t. They’re back early.”
Footsteps thundered up the stairs, followed by the unmistakable voice of her mother.
“Kara? Jace? Are you here?”
Panic surged through Kara as she scrambled to grab the blanket,
