The hospital room was quiet. Too quiet.
Vivian lay in the bed, her legs spread slightly, the thin hospital gown riding up her thighs, the cool air kissing her too-sensitive skin. Still hot. Still aching. Still wrecked.
Lola had stormed out after their conversation, leaving her alone. And the second the door clicked shut, her body betrayed her.
Her fingers twitched, her thighs rubbed together, that dull, aching heat between her legs growing unbearable. She could still feel him. Still hear him.
“You wanna test me, baby?”
“You keep playing with fire, Kitten… and I’ll f**k you so hard, you won’t be leaving this hospital bed.”
Her breath hitched, her lips parting, hips shifting slightly against the sheets.
She needed relief.
Her fingers drifted lower, brushing over her own thigh, teasin
