LENA’S POV

I ducked my head so fast my wet hair slapped against my cheek.

My heart slammed against my ribs as I yanked the window shut and stepped back into the bathroom, pressing my back to the cool wall. The image of him burned behind my eyelids: that thick cock, the way the sweatpants had hung low, the exact moment our eyes locked. I needed a second to breathe. A second to stop the ache still throbbing between my legs.

Footsteps crossed the narrow strip of yard. Then a rough knock rattled my front door.

I hurried downstairs on bare feet, robe still clinging transparent and open enough that...