~Maddie~
One week later
I can't sleep. The clock ticks past midnight, and my room feels too quiet. Mom's text from earlier replays in my head, "Trip extended, merger issues. I'll be home in a few more days. Love you." She probably sent it to Jake too, but all it means to me is extra time. Time to finally break him. I've been at this for days now—brushing against him in the kitchen, letting my foot wander under the table, whispering things that make his eyes go dark. He resists, but I see the cracks. His voice gets rough when he says my name. Tonight, with the house empty except for us, I'm done playing.
I sit up in bed, my top sticking to my back from the warm night air. My panties are already damp just thinking about him. I remember yesterday morning on the couch, how I grabbed his c*
