HENRY POV
All I could think about was getting back to Maria. Every day, the same fire drove me from the last set in the gym, through practice, and straight home. Her scent, that warm mix of coconut and vanilla, haunted my thoughts as I worked out, fueling every rep. And damn, the way her skin felt against mine. Sure, we’d all been patient, playing it at her pace, but it was getting harder. All I wanted was to rip those clothes off her, to make her ours, again and again. Yet somehow, I’d managed to hold back.
Today, though, something was different. Her text—short, sweet, and laced with promise—sent a jolt of energy through me. I’d been waiting for this, and so had Dax. I glanced over and saw him grinning like he’d just hit the jackpot. Tonight, it was on.
We flew through the last sets,
