Emily's POV
Day seven.
I could’ve won.
I could’ve held out, edged for one more night, clenched my thighs together and stared at the ceiling until the clock ticked past midnight and the bet was mine. I could’ve marched downstairs tomorrow morning, looked Ethan in the eye, and told him to delete the video. Walked away clean. Untouched. Victorious.
But I didn’t want to win anymore.
I wanted to lose.
I wanted to be his—and theirs—for the whole summer.
All day I’d been a mess—p***y swollen and sensitive from the night before, n*****s hard every time I brushed against my shirt, thighs sticking together from how constantly wet I was. Every time I sat down I felt the faint ache where he’d f****d me raw, the ghost of his c*m still dried between my legs. Mom asked if I was coming down wit
