Nora’s POV

“Door already unlocked.”

That was the only text I got on Thursday. I did not need more. I left my last class early and drove home knowing exactly how many minutes I had.

The front door was open. Miles’s bedroom door was open. He was standing at the wall with a pencil in his hand, writing in the margin of my timetable like I was not even there yet.

I closed his door and locked it.

“You have fifty eight minutes,” he said without turning around. “Clothes off. Same as last time.”

I stripped. He finally looked at me, naked in the middle of his room, and pointed...