POV: Kesley

His name. I was saying his name into the empty room, whispering it like a prayer, and it still wasn’t enough. My fingers weren’t thick enough, didn’t reach deep enough, didn’t fill me the way he did. They were a substitute and I hated them even as I used them, even as I fucked myself harder, chasing something that kept retreating every time I got close.

Leo. Leo. I want you. I want the real thing.

I didn’t hear the door open.

I didn’t hear the footsteps in the hallway, or the pause outside the bedroom, or the slow turn of the handle. I was too far gone,...