Jessica goes home

The sun has begun its slow descent, casting long, amber shadows across the pool deck as the session winds down. The smell of chlorine and warm pavement hangs heavy in the air. Lisa is busy talking shop with Kenzie near the gear bags, and Mike is lugging a heavy battery pack toward the side gate, his muscles rippling one last time for whoever might be watching.

You drift toward the edge of the patio where Chloe and Jessica are standing. They’re wrapped in towels, their skin still glowing from the sun and the excitement of the shoot. Jessica is looking at the house, her eyes lingering on the sliding glass doors, clearly **** to let the high of the afternoon fade.

You reach out, wrapping a subtle, warm current around Jessica. You amplify that neon-bright hunger you read in her thoughts earlier, turning her playful nature into something more pointed, more physical.

Jessica turns to Chloe, stepping deep into her personal space. She reaches out, her hands sliding over Chloe’s damp shoulders before pulling her into a hug. It isn't the quick, bouncy hug of two sorority sisters; it’s slow, firm, and incredibly lingering. Jessica presses her chest against Chloe’s, her head dipping into the crook of Chloe’s neck.

"God, Chlo," Jessica whispers, her breath hot against Chloe's skin. "You have no idea what you did to this place today. Did you see Mike? Every time you moved, he was practically drooling. I think he forgot he was even here to help Lisa."

Chloe lets out a small, shaky laugh, her hands resting tentatively on Jessica’s waist. "You think so?"

"I know so," Jessica murmurs, pulling back just enough to look Chloe in the eyes, though she doesn't break the physical contact. Her gaze is heavy, suggestive. "And Lisa... she wasn't just looking for 'composition' at the end there. She was looking at us. The way she was directing... it was like she wanted to be part of the shot."

You nudge a memory into Jessica’s mind, and she delivers the final blow. "Remember what I said last night? About that two-on-one session with him? Seeing him watch you today... I'm telling you, it’s not a joke anymore. We could have him, Chloe. Both of us. Just imagine what those 'private' shots would look like."

She lets her hands slide down Chloe’s arms, her fingers grazing Chloe's palms before she finally lets go. She winks, a predatory glint in her eye that says everything she’s not allowed to shout in front of the others. "Text me when the 'Sentinel' goes to sleep. I want to hear if that Fan of yours leaves you any more messages."

Chloe stands there, frozen for a second as Jessica walks away to join the Carters. Her skin is tingling where Jessica touched her, and the image of Mike—and Jessica—and herself is now a permanent fixture in her mind.