Vincent's P.O.V
As I sat by the poolside, the echoes of Elena's departure lingered in the air. The rush of emotions still coursed through me, a potent cocktail of desire and longing.
My mind raced with the lingering image of her departing figure, accompanied by Chloe. It was a pleasant sight, the way her hips moved almost provocatively without her knowing, enough to keep the flames of arousal licking at my senses. I considered the idea of finding solace in my own touch, a momentary release to quell the buzzing within me.
