Amelia remained frozen in her seat, her eyes glued to the doorway long after the sound of Apollo and Mireya's footsteps had faded into the upper reaches of the house. She watched the empty hallway with the intensity of a woman who had just narrowly escaped a death sentence, her chest heaving as she tried to regulate her breathing.
The silence that followed was heavy, thick with the scent of their shared sweat and the lingering electricity of her climax.
But then... the silence didn't last long.
A low, dark chuckle erupted from the man beside her. Rex leaned back, his eyes dancing with a cruel, triumphant light as he watched her frantic attempt to regain her composure.
"Look at you, staring at the door like a guilty thief," Rex mocked, his voice cutting through the quiet like a blade.
He shook his head, a derisive grin spreading across his face. "And that boy... Apollo..."
