Jade’s POV

I wake up to Serena Marsh’s hand on my thigh and her husband watching from the doorway.

The most confusing arousal of my twenty-two years flood between my legs.

I fell asleep on the couple’s couch I’m babysitting for again. In tiny sleep shorts, an oversized t-shirt that’s ridden up to my ribs, and no bra because I stopped wearing one to this house three days ago and pretended it was comfort.

It might or might not have something to do with the way Roman Marsh’s eyes track my nipples through cotton when he hands me the car keys.

Serena is crouched beside the couch. She’s thirty-four. Dark...