It started with an overheard phone call.
I was heading to Wren’s room, intent on saying goodnight or maybe convincing her to let me stay but I froze outside her door.
"Lydia, shut up! It wasn’t just s*x it was... magical." Her voice was breathless, flustered.
I raised an eyebrow. Magical, huh?
Lydia, I swear, it was like something out of a dirty fairy tale. He just... claimed me. Said I was his. And the way he said it? Like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Like breathing."
A smug, utterly male satisfaction bloomed in my chest. I leaned against the doorframe, hidden in shadow, listening shamelessly.
"And last night? Oh my god, Lyds. Magical doesn’t even cover it. It was... intense. Perfect. Like he knew exactly what I needed before I did. And this morning? He chased me down
