Chapter 9

• A wave of contentment washed over me as I lay entwined with Cal and Olivia, the echoes of our shared passion still resonating through my body. But reality soon intruded. The thought of Tamara, sleeping soundly in the next room, jolted me back to the present. Sneaking around like this was risky, a thrill in itself, but the potential consequences were always lurking in the back of my mind.
• I gently disentangled myself from their embrace, a pang of regret tugging at me. "I should go," I whispered, my voice still husky from sleep and passion. "Before Tamara wakes up."
• Cal nuzzled my neck, his breath warm against my skin. "Stay a little longer," he murmured, his fingers tracing lazy circles on my back.