I wake up to Ethan’s mouth between my legs.

It is 6:03 a.m. Gray light is just starting to come through the curtains. Mom’s car left the driveway twelve minutes ago—I heard the engine. Ethan is already under the covers, my sleep shirt pushed up to my waist, my thighs spread over his shoulders. His tongue is flat and slow against my clit while two fingers move inside me.

I am still full of him from the night before. I can feel the mess the moment his fingers curl.

He doesn’t speak at first. He just keeps licking and fingering me until my hips start to lift off the bed....