CHAPTER FIVE
Daphne opened her eyes to the soft glow of sunlight slipping through the curtains. The bed beside her was empty and cool.
Elise had slipped out before dawn to avoid any questions.
The sheets still carried her scent, a faint mix of vanilla and skin that made Daphne’s chest tighten.
She rolled over and buried her face in the pillow Elise had used. Her body felt tender in places she had never known could ache so sweetly.
Every shift of her hips reminded her of the weekend, of Elise’s mouth, her fingers, the way the harness had filled her completely.
Her phone buzzed on the nightstand. She reached for it and saw the text from her mother downstairs.
*Breakfast is ready. Don’t forget about school.*
Daphne typed back a quick *Coming* and forced herself out of bed. In the
