~Ava
Morning light was already harsh when I finally cracked my eyes open, head fuzzy, mouth tasting like last night’s sins.
The couch cushions were warm under me, the living room air thick with the smell of s*x and Amanda’s perfume.
I stretched, every muscle aching in the best way, and reached out automatically for Jason’s warmth.
Nothing. Just empty space where he’d been curled against my back.
I sat up slowly, blinking, skirt twisted around my waist, tank top somewhere on the floor.
The house was quiet except for the soft hiss of the toilet flushing down the hall. Amanda stepped out a second later, hair a sexy mess, black dress from yesterday back on but wrinkled, lips still swollen.
She leaned in the doorway, arms crossed, smirking at me like she owned the place.
“Your littl
