Raw Pleasures
The tension that had sparked between us the previous night was still there, humming beneath every word, every look, every brush of skin.
Zoe was the first to break the silence. She leaned back on her hands, her face glowing in the firelight. “You know,” she said, her tone light but teasing, “for a group of adults, we have a real talent for acting like teenagers.”
Lila smirked. “Speak for yourself. I think we’re just rediscovering how to have fun.”
Max threw another log onto the fire, sparks scattering upward. “Or how to get into trouble,” he added.