75. Darkness (Lexi POV)

My body still hummed with the memory of intimacy, every cell vibrating on a frequency that only Luke and Clay seemed to tune into. I lay there on the bed, sandwiched between their solid forms, their slow breaths mimicking the cadence of my own. A sense of wonder washed over me, something like awe but more personal.

Twice in four hours, it was both exhilarating and overwhelming. My body was tender to the touch, a testament to the intensity of our connections, physical and otherwise.

The sensation of their skin against mine felt like home but different—like discovering a room you never knew existed in a house you'd lived in all your life. Luke, with his rugged edges, and Clay, with his polished charm, were distinct yet strangely complementary. They felt like two halves of a whole, like puzzle pieces that had been waiting for the right moment to interlock.

I marveled at the architecture of their bodies. The finely sculpted planes of their muscles, the way every curve and angle aligned