Eve

The elevator doors slid shut behind me, sealing me into the small metal box with nothing but the hum of cables and the faint, lingering scent of him on my skin. Morning light filtered through the lobby windows downstairs, bright and accusing, like the city itself was judging me for what I’d done.

I couldn’t believe I’d fallen asleep.

Worse—I couldn’t believe I’d let him inside me. Not just inside me, but knotted. Claimed. Filled.

My thighs pressed together instinctively as the elevator descended, and a fresh wave of warmth bloomed low in my belly.

I squeezed my eyes shut. No. Not again. Not here. What the hell was...