Lila’s POV;

I spent the whole day pretending everything was normal.

I woke up early—too early—skin still tingling from last night, ass tender when I rolled over onto my back. The sting had faded to a dull warmth overnight, but every time I shifted in bed I felt it: the memory of Connor’s palm cracking down, the way my thighs had trembled, the humiliating drip between my legs when he finally stopped. I showered longer than usual—hot water pounding my shoulders, steam filling the bathroom—trying to wash away the shame. It didn’t work. My clit stayed swollen, sensitive, brushing against the towel when I dried off.

I dressed in cutoff...