MILO
I walk into the bathroom, my mind a whirlwind from what just unfolded. The faucet hisses as I soak a face washer, the fabric absorbing the water until it’s drenched and heavy. Returning to Fallon, I kneel beside her, my touch gentle though firm as I start to clean her up. She winces slightly when my hands sweep between her legs, a brief tremor running through her slender frame.
“Sorry,” I murmur, though my voice is low enough that only she can hear. She offers no reply, just a shallow nod, her eyes fixed on something distant.
Leone looms large in the room, stretching his limbs. He easily slides off the bed, leaving an impression on the sheets, next to Fallon and me. A chuckle escapes my lips because even now, I see evidence of his restraint—the bulge in his pants, evidence of his f
