Lena’s POV
The tension in the house thickened after Ava arrived.
Mom’s best friend moved through our space like she owned it, her tight jeans hugging her full hips and her low-cut top showing generous cleavage.
Throughout the day she flirted shamelessly, with me, with Oliver, with Julian. Touches lingered too long. Looks grew heated.
That night, after wine, I was in my room when my door opened. Ava slipped inside wearing only a silk camisole and tiny shorts, her auburn hair loose.
“Couldn’t stop thinking about you,” she murmured, closing the door and locking it.
She crossed the room and pushed me gently onto the bed before I could speak.
“Ava…” I breathed.
“Shh.” She climbed over me, straddling my hips. Her hands slid under my tank top, pushing it up. She cupped my breasts, thum
