Maddie couldn’t stop thinking about it. The greenhouse. The warm, wet air. The press of moss and candlelight….
The scent of espresso and sweat still clung to the sheets when Tyrone rose, slow and deliberate, the…
The atmosphere in Tyrone’s penthouse had shifted. Thick with heat. Heavy with tension. The lights were low. Not…
The air outside was cool and crisp, but inside Jack’s cabin, the fireplace cast a soft amber glow…
It started with a key. A simple brass key, left on Maddie’s pillow after her shower. No note….