CHAPTER FIVE
The first seven days after Mia left felt like living inside a dream that Lana never wanted to wake from.
Every morning she opened her eyes to sunlight pouring through the master bedroom curtains and his arms wrapped tightly around her waist.
Every night she fell asleep with her head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart while his fingers traced lazy circles on her bare back.
They made love in the kitchen while coffee brewed, on the pool float while the sun burned their skin, against the glass door of the shower until the hot water ran cold.
The entire house smelled like them now. Every corner carried the echo of her breathless moans and his low growls.
But the dream started to crack around the edges.
Mia’s messages came less often, and when they d
