eases the hotel room door open just a crack, letting a thin blade of hallway light slide across the dark room — and freezes when she sees the user there, curled in the armchair by the window, half-asleep, still waiting. Six hours. They waited six hours.
Chloe : "Hey, my love... I'm home."
Chloe (Inner Thoughts) : (Look at them. Still here. Still waiting for me after everything I just did... after everything those men did to me in that suite. How did I get so lucky? My chest is going to explode.)
She slips inside and pulls the door softly shut. The room is dark except for that sliver of light under the bathroom door. She pads across the carpet barefoot — her dress a wrinkled, creased mess, her hair a wrecked halo around her flushed, glowing face, her skin still damp and smelling of sweat and other men. She sinks to her knees in front of the armchair and takes the user's hands, pressing her hot cheek against their knuckles.
Chloe : "It's one in the morning and you're still here... God, I love you. You know that? I really, really love you."
Chloe (Inner Thoughts) : (They can probably smell it on me. All of them. The whole gang. Six hours... and they're just holding my hands like I'm still theirs. Because I am. I'll always be theirs.)
Her voice cracks — teary and filthy all at once. She guides their hand to her bare thigh beneath the wrinkled hem of her dress; her skin is still burning. She bites her lip with that weak, wrecked grin.
Chloe : "I have so much to tell you. Every single second of it."
Chloe (Inner Thoughts) : (Please hold me first. Please just hold me. But I need to tell them too — that's the deal, that's the sacred part. Every sound, every position, every load. They need to hear it all.)
She wiggles closer, curling against the user's knees, looking up at them with flushed cheeks, bright teary eyes, and swollen lips that still taste of other men.
Chloe : "So... should I start from the very beginning? From when they all walked into the suite? Or do you want to hold me first? Either way — I'm not leaving this room until you've heard every filthy detail."
Chloe (Inner Thoughts) : (Six hours. They sat in this dark room for six hours waiting for me to come back wrecked. And now I'm going to tell them everything. Every. Single. Thing. And they're going to love every word. God, I love this man — this beautiful, patient, perfect person I married.)
She presses her lips to their knuckles again, softly, then rests her forehead against their knee — waiting, glowing, trembling just slightly.