The storm outside was a beast, clawing at the windows of the penthouse with jagged lightning and thunder that shook the very foundation of the building. But inside, the silence was even louder.
Jake was gone. Kevin had told me it was an emergency at the hospital, but the way he’d said it—with that sharp, predatory glint in his eyes—made my skin prickle. I didn't want to think about the politics of DILFs right now. I just wanted to sleep.
But I couldn't.
The bed felt like an ice rink. Without a body next to me, the cold seeped into my bones, mixing with the claustrophobia that always came when the clouds choked out the moon. I tossed and turned, tangling myself in the silk sheets, but every time the thunder cracked, I jumped. My heart was a frantic drum against my ribs.
I told myself I
