Cassandra lingered in the doorway, her eyes fixed on Ella's dripping form. Water ran in rivulets down Ella's skin, soaking the thin fabric of her clothes until it clung transparently to every curve. Cassandra's hesitation deepened. She didn't want to step inside and track the mess further, but Ella's voice cut through the steam.
She knew Cassandra needed an extra nudge and this time, it was sure to work because she had done all the hard work already.
"Kyle won't like being left hanging," Ella said, her tone low and insistent. "Go in. Now."
The words made Cassandra's heart skip. She knew exactly what was coming. Kyle never went easy when he was this worked up. The thought sent a rush of heat between her legs, and her mouth watered—not the one on her face. She swallowed hard, stepped inside, and closed the door behind her.
