The house had gone quiet.

From her bed, Samantha could hear the faint crash of waves beyond the open window. Everyone else was asleep, but her mind refused to shut down. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw Addison—her flushed cheeks, her lips swollen from kissing, the way her eyes had burned with something more than friendship.

She turned restlessly, pulling the blanket tighter. It was no use. She wanted her.

The soft creak of the bedroom door made her sit up, heart pounding.

Addison stepped inside, hair loose around her shoulders, wearing an oversized shirt that brushed her thighs. She didn’t say anything at first. She just stood...