Chloe’s pov

By midnight the house was completely still and locked. Every light downstairs was off.

The porch door was secured.

The only sound left was the quiet hum of the air conditioner and our breathing in the guest room. Elena never went back to the idea of sleeping alone.

She stayed right where she was, naked and warm against me, one leg still thrown over my hip, her mouth still tasting like the last place it had been.

She lifted her head from between my thighs after the second time she made me come on her tongue.

My fingers were still tangled in her hair. My other hand covered...