The word landed like a spark in dry grass. She thought of the time she’d slipped a note into his coat pocket at a party, just his name in her handwriting. She thought of the dream she’d had last week, a dream that left her staring at the ceiling, guilt and heat tangled in her sheets.
Elena was there because her boyfriend, Mark, was late. Again. Mark was a good man—reliable, kind, and whose idea of a wild night was extra cinnamon in his oatmeal. She loved him. She did. But sometimes, “reliable” felt like a synonym for “predictable.” And predictable, she was discovering, had a half-life. Naughty seduction sex with gravure geek sister-...
“My hero,” Elena said dryly, though her pulse was already a traitor’s drumbeat. The word landed like a spark in dry grass
The first real transgression happened in his car after a concert. Mark was working a night shift. Priya was out of town. The rain was a curtain, sealing them off from the world. Elena was there because her boyfriend, Mark, was late
Theo smiled, a slow, dangerous curve. “Don’t sound so thrilled.”
That’s when she saw him. Theo.