Maria POV
I couldn’t stop thinking about the way Henry had looked at me back at the pool. The heat in his eyes, the command in his voice—it was impossible to forget. My heart was still pounding, the memory of his words echoing in my head: I like seeing you wet, but I’d prefer it when it’s just for me.
I swallowed hard, trying to push the thought away as I walked beside the twins. The three of us headed back to their place, the air around us thick with unspoken tension. My body felt hyper-aware of their presence, like I could sense every shift in their movements, every glance they cast in my direction. I tried to ignore it, but it wasn’t easy.
Daxton walked beside me, his usual smug grin firmly in place. He looked like he was having the time of his life, enjoying every second of my disco
