Chapter 3 – Bed
the hallway feels longer than it should. candles flicker in their hands, three stubs carried from the living room, flames dancing wild with every step. sam’s leggings and panties are still bunched around one ankle; she kicks them off halfway down the corridor, laughing breathy and wrecked. riley’s tank top is twisted, one strap hanging off her shoulder, shorts riding high between her thighs. jake trails behind, sweats tented obscene, c**k leaking a dark spot at the front. no one speaks. the only sounds are bare feet on hardwood, ragged breathing, distant rain softening against the windows.
riley pushes her bedroom door open with her hip. king bed unmade from this morning, sheets tangled, pillows scattered. she sets her candle on the nightstand, flame steadying. sam fo
