LILA.

“Stay right here. I’ll be quick.”

Callum’s voice was low and rough as he straightened his clothes and headed for the stairs. I stayed on the couch exactly as he had left me, skirt still pushed up around my waist, his cum slowly leaking out of me and cooling on my thighs. The baby monitor glowed green on the side table. I could hear his footsteps above, the soft murmur of his voice as he soothed his daughter back to sleep, the quiet creak of her bedroom door closing again.

My heart would not slow down. Six months of careful distance had just been destroyed on this couch, and...