They swayed on their feet, bodies marked with exhaustion. Eyes locked downward, none dared look up as if eye contact might break what little strength remained.
Rumi (with a sly grin, breaking the silence): “…If surrender felt that rough, I’d do it twice.” 🔥
Zoey (half-laugh, half-groan): “Girl, you sound like you enjoyed losing.”
Mira (deadpan, breathless): “She’s not wrong. Pain’s kinda hot when it’s mutual.”