(Clara’s POV)
The living room was dark except for the glow of the TV screen, some mindless action movie Mia had picked flickering across the walls while she sat cross-legged on the floor, completely absorbed, bowl of chips in her lap.
I was on the couch, blanket draped over my legs, pretending to watch, but my focus was entirely on the man beside me. Ryan. His thigh pressed against mine under the blanket, warm and solid, his arm stretched along the back of the couch behind my head like he owned the space—and me. Mia being home from camp should have made me careful, but it only made the risk hotter.
My heart raced every time she laughed at the screen, oblivious to what was happening right next to her.
I’d been teasing him all evening—tiny shorts riding up my thighs, no panties underne
