Lila was out cold, dead asleep like nothing could shake her. Me? I was the complete opposite tossing, turning, mind replaying Daniel's words on repeat like some cursed Spotify loop.
"I'm full. I want you. I want all of it."
Bro. How the hell was I supposed to sleep after that?
Every time I shut my eyes, I saw his face.
The way his jaw clenched, the way his voice dipped lower when he admitted it, like he was confessing some dark sin.
And my whole body… yeah, it wasn't letting me rest. I was hot everywhere, restless, like I was literally vibrating under my skin.Finally, I snapped. Enough pretending. Enough lying in bed like a good girl.
I slipped up, walked to the closet, and pulled out the dress. The one I swore was "too much,"
the one I only bought on a dare to myself.
Black silk, cut like it had beef with decency.
Thin straps, neckline plunging
, hem short enough to make me blush ....except I wasn't blushing tonight. I was daring.
I slid it on, checked the mirror, and literally had to grab the dresser because… holy sh*t. That was me. That was actually me. And I looked like trouble like the kind of girl your mom warns you about and your bestie hypes you up for at 2 a.m.
"Okay, Maya," I whispered to myself, smirking. "No chickening out. He said he's full? Let's see how much he can take."The hallway felt all dark and echoey steps. Every step I took, I could feel the silk brushing up my thighs, teasing me like it was in on the plan. My heart was in my throat but my smile? Unstoppable.
Daniel's door.
I paused, breathing hard, palms sweaty like I was about to jump on stage or something. But deep down? I knew he wasn't sleeping either. I could feel it. The energy was too loud.So I didn't overthink it. I knocked, soft, almost like a dare. Then I twisted the knob and pushed the door open.
And just like that
I was inside.