"You guys," she murmured, smiling from Shannon to Craig and back again. "You're f*****g incredible. That was... next-level."
Still, no one spoke. The air was too thick. The lines had been redrawn. Their bodies weren't their own anymore -- not fully. Not after that.
Joy stood, water cascading off her in silver ribbons, her body glistening under the balcony lights. She stretched like a cat, shameless and aching.
"Well," she sighed, "I don't know about you three, but I really, really need to get f****d. Craig, Ron -- I don't even care who at this point..."
The invitation hung in the air like a blade -- glinting, sharp, dangerous. A single word could've tipped the night into another spiral. But it didn't come.
Instead, Ron stepped forward. Calm. Certain.
He placed a firm, warm hand on Jo
