I carried Kim over to the couch, her head still buried in the crook of my neck, while Eleanor followed behind us. The adrenaline was still coursing through me, making my skin prickle. Every movement felt amplified—the way Kim's hair brushed against my cheek, the way Eleanor's eyes tracked my every step, the way the dim light caught the perspiration on their skin.
I laid Kim down carefully, but she clung to me, her fingers digging into my shoulders, refusing to let go. She was still shivering, the remnants of her orgasm ghosting through her nerves.
"Don't leave yet," she murmured, pulling my head down so I was hovering over her again.
Eleanor circled the couch, her oversized t-shirt slipping off one shoulder. She knelt by Kim's head, her eyes fixed on me. "She's not going anywhere, Evan. And neither are you."
