Lily’s POV

The door was open.

I didn’t hear it open. I didn’t hear footsteps. I didn’t hear anything at all until my mother’s voice sliced through the thick, heated air of my bedroom like a knife through silk.

“Lily? What are you doing right now?”

The words landed with such force that for a second my mind went completely blank. Lucian’s hands were still on my waist. My lips were still parted from the last kiss. The slow, deliberate grind of my body against his had just begun to tip into something desperate and hungry and then everything stopped.

We both froze.

Lucian recovered first. He moved so fast...