Lucy’s pov

David’s hand was already on the doorknob, ready to close it, but he didn’t. He just stood there with his fingers wrapped around the metal like he was giving me one last chance to tell him to get the fuck out. I didn’t cover myself. I simply stared back at him, chest rising and falling hard, nipples tight and wet from the shower, the forbidden weight of the entire day pressing down on both of us until it felt hard to breathe. I am twenty years old. His new wife’s daughter. One house. One day. And here I was naked and dripping in the middle of the room...