HER POV
It was quiet.
Too quiet for a girl who used to flinch at every knock on the door.
Too soft for a girl who once screamed her own name into pillows just to feel in control.
But now?
I sat on the couch wrapped in one of Sean’s hoodies, legs folded beneath me, sipping hot coffee while he read a dog-eared paperback across from me.
He hadn’t spoken in five minutes.
He didn’t need to.
His presence buzzed around me—thick and magnetic.
The air felt like s*x.
Like if I so much as shifted in my seat, he’d be on me again.
And God, I wanted it.
I set my cup down and stretched.
His eyes flicked up from the book.
He didn’t smile.
Didn’t say anything.
Just watched me slowly uncross my legs, hoodie rising up my thighs, skin bare underneath.
His gaze dropped lower.
My thighs parte
