My fingers were still shiny with my own slick when the three soft knocks came.

I sat frozen on the edge of the bed, heart slamming so hard I could feel it in my throat, my clit, the tips of my ears. The last message still glowed on the screen.

Anonymous: unlock your door, Alessia. I’m already outside.

It had to be a joke. A coincidence. Some cruel trick of my overheated brain.

I stood on shaky legs, wiped my hand on the sheets, and crossed the room. My pulse was a frantic drum. I turned the lock.

The door opened.

Marcus stood there.

Same black T-shirt from dinner. Same...