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Eventually, she flops onto the mattress between us, gasping. She’s a mess.
Sweaty and wet all over. Frothy drips down her front and slips out from between her legs. Little shivers keep flinching through her, like she’s getting shocked.
I pull out of her as gently as I can. Layla shivers at the gush of warm liquid that drips over her skin. For a few seconds, no one says anything.
“How are the sheets?” She mumbles eventually, and I laugh breathlessly.
“Impressively clean,” Luke says. “We’ll have to dry you off, though. Don’t move.”
She obediently lies there, panting, while we pluck tissues from the box on the nightstand and carefully wipe off her hot skin. Luke strips off the crumpled bedding and replaces it with a set lying folded in the wardrobe. I slide a tissue down Layla’s pe
