I exhale slowly. Then type again.
You know I meant it about the trim…
I pause. My pulse starts to climb. That feels too safe. Too light for what this is. For what last night was. Then I add…
…but that’s not what’s on my mind right now.
I bite my lip.
Kya leans closer, reading over my shoulder. “Oh, that’s good.”
“It’s not enough,” Mac says without even looking up from her own phone. “Push it.”
My heart kicks harder. I shouldn’t.
I absolutely shouldn’t.
But I do.
I can still feel you.
The words sit there. Heavy. Real. Too real. My stomach flips.
Brooke inhales softly. “Yeah…that’ll do it.”
I don’t stop. I don’t let myself think.
And I’m starting to hate that you’re not touching me.
Silence falls around me.
Not from the room, from the women. That quiet, shared pause where everyone knows exactly what I just did.
“Jesus,” Kya mutters.
Mac finally looks up, eyes lighting with approval. “There it is.”
My fingers hover one last second.
Then… I hit send.
The second it goes through, something shifts. Not just in my chest. In the air.
Mac’s phone buzzes first.
Then Kya’s.
Then Emma’s.
A chorus of vibrations fills the space.
“Oh shit,” Blaze’s voice carries from the other room.
“What the fuck—” someone else starts.
A beat passes. Then another.
And then… chaos.
