Dylan POV

  Serena came strolling into the kitchen that morning, her hair still a bit messy from sleep, wearing those tiny shorts that clung to her thighs and a tank top that did nothing to hide the way her body moved underneath.

  She looked around with that easy smile she always had, like everything was normal in our house, even though I could feel the air getting thicker between us every day.

  “Dylan, you seen my phone charger anywhere? I know I plugged it in the living room last night, but now it’s gone,” she said, her voice light and casual as she started pulling open drawers, bending over just...