Fiona’s POV

“Hey, you good?,” Paris muttered as she strode in with Jude, and I nodded, clutching her back a little too tightly. The room still smelled faintly of sex and Jalen’s cologne,I prayed she didn’t notice.

My body still tingled, my legs still trembled, but I wanted more, I wanted to go back to him and fuck him more–fiercely, and I just couldn’t wait for Paris to be out.

She pulled back, grinning widely. “You look… different,” she said and raised her hand in an ...