Violet’s POV
Hailey’s cheeks are still flushed that unmistakable post-orgasm pink when she finally peels herself off the mattress. She shoots me one last dazed, sheepish glance—half embarrassed, half proud—like she can’t quite believe she just came apart so loudly in front of both of us. Her legs wobble noticeably as she gathers the crumpled sheet around her body and shuffles toward the doorway.
“I’m… gonna get some water,” she mumbles, voice hoarse. “And maybe, like… oxygen.”
The door clicks softly behind her.
The room instantly feels smaller. Hotter. The air still smells like s*x and her coconut body oil and the faint metallic tang of Luca’s skin after he’s been working himself hard.
I start to turn toward the dresser, thinking I’ll at least grab my discarded tank top, when two big
