Cavin's pov
The moments spent with Eliza were still fresh in my mind, her moans and the way her skin felt against mine. It left me both exhilarated and restless. I couldn't shake the feeling that our connection was shifting into something deeper, something more dangerous. I'd crossed a line, and now I was left wondering how far we could go before it all unraveled.
After showering and dressing, I made my way downstairs, the scent of coffee and breakfast wafting through the air. As I approached the kitchen, the sight that greeted me made my stomach knot. Eliza was sitting at the breakfast table, smiling at something Noya had said, her hair cascading over her shoulders and her cheeks flushed with amusement. Her father, David, sat across from her, a newspaper spread out before him. The devil.