Riley POV
"Gods, I f*****g hate gym class," Violet said, exhaling and shaking her head as we joined the group.
"You hate any form of physical activity," I said, amused.
She arched a brow at me. "Not all kinds," she purred, "there is one that is more pleasurable and feels less like exercise but brings your heart rate up all the same."
I snorted as she giggled. She sent me a sideways glance. "Don't tell me you haven't thought about doing the dirty with Dax," she said, lowering her voice, "anybody with half a brain can see you're both on the verge of spontaneously combusting with the s****l tension between you two."
"Thought about it, just not a good idea," I muttered, swallowing hard as certain risqué images involving me and Dax entered my mind, making me blush.
"You could just ride
