Lena’s pov:
The apartment is dead quiet tonight. I’m in my bedroom folding laundry alone. Noah and Luca left for Miami this morning for an investor meeting. They had offered for me to come with them, but I refused and told them I’d be fine.
It was a lie.
It's only 9pm and I’m already missing them so much. The bed feels too big and empty without them. I pick up one of Noah’s shirts and press it to my face. God. I'm pathetic.
I drop the shirt, as my thighs start pressing together on their own. I hear Noah’s voice in my head. “Good girl.” I imagine Luca’s hands on my hips. “Look at me when you come.”
Shit, I shouldn’t. But my hand slides under the waistband of my shorts anyway. I’m already extremely wet. It's embarrassing how fast my body reacts to just thinking of them.
I put in o
