Dirty Shifts
I flopped face-first onto the big sectional, the soft cushions swallowing me whole after hours of standing, smiling, and pretending I wasn’t dripping wet from Ryan’s voice still echoing in my head.
Emma collapsed right beside me, her hair a wild mess, one strap of her dress already sliding off her shoulder. “I need a blunt and a shower. Not necessarily in that order.”
Sophia padded to the kitchen in just her bra and thong, ass cheeks jiggling with every tired step.
She grabbed three cold beers from the fridge, popped them open, and handed them out like holy water. “Drink first. Then we talk and sleep like the dead.”
I sat up slowly, took a long pull from the bottle, and let the cold hit my t
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