Hot and Wild Again

POV: Sloane

I should have just finished folding the damn laundry. Instead, I stood frozen in the middle of my quiet, empty apartment, leaning heavily against the edge of the washing machine. I had one last summer dress draped aimlessly over my shoulder, but my attention was entirely consumed by the glowing screen of my phone.

Rowan had sent me yet another pristine, sickeningly perfect photo.