-POV Derby
The morning after he came on my skin against my apartment door, I woke up alone.
Jordan had left sometime before dawn. No note. No message. Just the faint scent of him still lingering on my sheets and the dull ache between my legs as a reminder of how easily I’d given in again.
I hated myself for it.
I hated how good it felt.
I dragged myself to work, moving like a ghost. Every step reminded me of his hands gripping my hips, his thick c**k sliding deep, his voice growling that my p***y was his.
By the time I reached my desk, I was already exhausted from pretending I was fine.
Noah was waiting.
He leaned against my cubicle, two coffees in hand, eyes soft with concern.
“You look like you didn’t sleep,” he said quietly.
“I didn’t.”
He handed me the coffee exactly how I l
