Chelsea had replayed every moment over and over in her mind, the sounds, the smells, the overwhelming sensation of him.
Her heart raced at the thought, but she forced herself to exhale slowly, nodding finally.
"I… I guess you're right, Lea," she admitted, her voice soft, tinged with a mixture of resignation and longing. "There's nothing we can do. We… we have to accept it."
For days, the two sisters went through their routine, the memory of Ross simmering just beneath the surface.
Every time Chelsea closed her eyes, she could feel his weight, the hard, unyielding presence that had left them both so helpless.
Every time Lea thought of him, her mind betrayed her with flashes of the way he had made them feel—completely consumed and utterly powerless.
A week passed in this uneasy rhythm.
Their desire, suppressed but unyielding, drew them together again in secret.
The room they met in was quiet, far removed from prying eyes.
