The three women tumbled onto the large bed in a tangle of limbs and laughter, the mattress dipping under their combined weight as hair fanned out and breathless giggles filled the room. Ethan watched the scene unfold, his blood already heating, instinct and opportunity aligning in a way that made him step forward without thinking. He moved to join them, intentions written plainly on his face.
That was when the unified front formed.
It happened so smoothly it was almost beautiful. A coordinated rebellion, practiced and merciless. Six feet belonging to Lyla, Amber, and Rainie slammed into his chest at the same time, pushing with perfect synchronization. Ethan had just enough time to register betrayal before he went airborne, executing a flawless, involuntary Butt-First Meteor maneuver that sent him flying backward off the bed and onto the plush carpet with a soft, humiliating thump.
