OWEN'S PoV

I woke up with Jude’s arm across my waist and Lena’s foot hooked over my calf like she was still making sure neither of us left in the night.

The mattress on the floor smelled like sex and old wood. My body ached in places that had never ached before. Every time I shifted, I felt where Jude had been. The reminder sat low and deep and real. I did not hate it. That was the part that kept circling in my head while the grey morning light pushed through the thin curtains.

Lena was already awake. I felt her watching me.

“Shower,” she said, voice rough from...