Chapter 25

Meadow’s POV

The first mistake I made the next morning was thinking that I could function like a normal human being.

The second? Walking into that damn kitchen.

I hadn’t gotten enough sleep last night. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw him—his head between my thighs, his mouth, his voice, the way I shattered underneath his tongue. The entire experience lived under my skin now, pulsing low and steady in every single nerve.

So I did what I always did when my brain refused to settle. I went looking for caffeine.

Wearing nothing but a pair of shorts and a tank top, I padded down the staircase and into the kitchen. My eyes felt heavy, and I hadn’t looked in the mirror yet, but I was sure my hair looked like a bird’s nest.

I walked over to the kitchen counter, and there it was.

The enemy.

The sleek, modern, way too complicated espresso machine.

I stood in front of it, blinking like it would suddenly start working out