I didn’t sleep after he left.

I lay in the dark with my thighs still trembling, the feel of his fingers still inside me, his words repeating in my head. If I come in here again, I’m not stopping at my fingers.

An hour passed. Maybe more. The house stayed silent. I told myself he had gone to bed. I told myself the line had been drawn.

Then my door opened again.

Ethan stepped inside and closed it without a sound. He didn’t speak. He just walked straight to the bed, grabbed the edge of the blanket, and pulled it off me. My t-shirt had ridden up. My shorts were...