Lena's POV
Morning sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the cliffside house, casting golden patterns across the marble floors.
I woke up slowly, my body deliciously sore in all the right places. Faint marks from fingers and mouths dotted my skin under the thin sheet.
The events of last night with Ava, then Oliver, then Julian still lingered between my legs — a sticky, satisfying ache that made me shift restlessly.
Downstairs, the clatter of pans and the rich smell of coffee and pancakes pulled me out of bed. I threw on a loose tank top and shorts, not bothering with underwear, and headed to the kitchen.
Ava was already there, looking far too refreshed for someone who had been f****d by both my stepbrother and stepfather the night before.
She wore one of Julian
