The lamp in the corner flickered once like it was about to give up, then settled into a dull yellow glow that painted long shadows across the peeling wallpaper.
The air in Room 14 felt heavier now, thick with the smell of rain-soaked clothes, s*x, and the sharp edge of too much want. No one had bothered to turn off the neon Vacancy sign outside. Red light bled through the thin curtains, pulsing in time with our breathing.
Riley was the first to move again. She pushed off the bed, naked skin still flushed, dark hair sticking to her neck in wet strands.
She looked at Rowan, then at me, then at Levi, and something in her eyes shifted from playful to feral.
“I’m not done,” she said, voice low and rough like gravel. “Not even close.”
She walked straight to Rowan, grabbed the front of his
