I stood frozen in the cracked doorway of my room, heart hammering so loud I was sure it would give me away.
Every creak in the old floorboards made my stomach twist. Footsteps—slow, measured—echoed down the hallway.
Shit.
Mom.
It had to be her. She must’ve finished her coffee and decided to come check on us. I dropped to my knees instantly, instincts screaming from the close call earlier. I scrambled under the bed —dust bunnies sticking to my bare thighs, Nathan’s oversized shirt riding up as I curled into the tight, dark space.
My breathing came in shallow, panicked bursts. The ache between my legs throbbed mockingly, still slick from him, still empty.
The footsteps stopped right outside my door.
Then the handle turned.
I squeezed my eyes shut, biting my lip hard.
Please don’t l
