Hailey Queen's Pov
The classroom was warm and stuffy, the kind of mid-morning lethargy that made Mr. Woods’ voice about cellular respiration fade into a distant drone.
Sunlight slanted through the blinds, striping the desks in lazy gold bars. I sat near the back, notebook open but untouched, pen idle between my fingers.
My mind wasn’t on science.
It was on the two men who gave me more organs than I ever asked for.
Roy’s hands on my hips last night, lifting me against the shower wall, water cascading over us as he thrust deep and slow, his forehead pressed to mine, eyes locked while he whispered how much he loved feeling me come around him.
Ryan’s mouth between my thighs this morning, waking me with lazy, teasing licks that turned urgent when I tangled my fingers in his hair and begg
