CLAIRE.

“Door was unlocked just like I told you.”

Julian’s voice fills my dark bedroom the second the hinges creak. I sit up fast, sheet clutched to my bare chest, heart slamming so hard I can feel it in my throat. He closes the door behind him without rushing. The lock clicks. Moonlight through the half-open curtains paints silver lines across his bare chest and the thick ridge already pushing against the front of his sweatpants.

“You came,” I whisper.

“You left it open.” He steps closer to the bed. “That means you wanted me here. Take the sheet off.”

My fingers tighten for one stubborn second. Then I let...