Lina's POV
My phone buzzed against the coffee shop table, Chloe's contact photo—her mid-laugh with whipped cream on her nose—lighting up the screen.
Before I could even get out a proper "hello," her voice practically burst through the speaker.
"Lina! Oh my God, you are NOT going to believe what just happened. My dad just bought me a car. No, scratch that. Two cars. I'm legitimately wondering if he's having some sort of midlife crisis or if aliens have replaced him with a pod person."
I nearly choked on my vanilla latte, the liquid burning as it went down wrong.
Heat crept up my neck as memories from last night flooded back. Adrian's mouth between my thighs, making me come undone until I was begging.
And in the bathtub—pulling me onto his lap, water everywhere as I rode
