LILA.

I stayed exactly where he’d left me.

Naked on the couch. Legs still parted. His cum warm and sticky between my thighs, slowly cooling as it leaked onto the cushion beneath me. My tank top and shorts lay in a small pile on the floor. The baby monitor glowed green on the side table, the little boy’s voice already fading into sleepy murmurs as Callum’s deeper one answered from upstairs.

I could hear the low rumble of him soothing his son. The quiet creak of a bed. A door closing softly.

My pulse hadn’t slowed. If anything it beat harder, louder in my ears. Every nerve still hummed from...