The sun had already dipped low, bleeding orange and gold across the horizon, when Claire heard the knock at her apartment door. She froze mid-step, her heart leaping into her throat. It wasn’t fear, not exactly. More like guilt.

Because she knew what was in that box.

Her gaze slid to the small table by the wall where she’d left her phone. The screen still glowed with her last text confirmation: Your order has been shipped. She hadn’t expected it to arrive so quickly. She hadn’t expected it to arrive tonight, when she was already restless, already keyed up with a kind of gnawing need that had haunted her all...