First night: June’s perspective
(Somewhere between a running inner monologue and a half-drunk journal entry)
Okay, so here’s the thing: I thought it was gonna be sex. Like, hot group sex with the hottest people I know. Cool, cool, amazing, love that for me.
I didn’t expect it to feel like… opening the door and walking straight into my own fucking heart.
It started the second I opened that door.
I’m standing there in my favorite leather jacket, tits out, hair wild, brain going a mile a minute like “do not chicken out, bitch, you said you were down, you can’t just ghost now.”
And then Ashley—quiet, blushing, sweet-like-honey Ashley—walks right up to me, no hesitation, and just… kisses me.
Not a peck. Not a test-the-waters kiss. A mouth-open, hand-in-my-hair, breath-stealing kiss that basically erased the last three years of emotional armor I’d built up.
I might’ve whimpered. I’m not proud of that. Okay, I am proud of that.
And suddenly, everything’s real.
Kaori’s grinning like she planned this (she probably did). Chen looks like a kid in a candy store—soft but filthy, dangerous combo. Riley is trembling and so fucking beautiful I actually forgot how to speak for a second. Sofia? Sofia is already touching someone, like her hands are magic, like she knows exactly what kind of night it’s going to be.
And me?
I’m standing there like an idiot, wet between the thighs, breath caught in my throat, pretending I’m cool while screaming internally like: “JUNE DO NOT FUCK THIS UP YOU’VE BEEN DREAMING ABOUT THIS FOR MONTHS.”
Cut to: Kaori’s moaning into Ashley’s mouth. Chen is whispering something filthy to Riley that makes them gasp. Sofia’s unbuttoning her dress in slow motion like a goddamn goddess. And I’m still in my boots. Like an asshole.
So I kick them off, shrug off the jacket, and crawl straight onto the bed like a little slut with something to prove.
There’s this moment—this pause—where we’re all just looking at each other. Naked, or nearly. Riley’s hand is on Kaori’s thigh. Chen’s fingers are tracing Ashley’s nipple. Sofia’s got me in her lap, whispering, “You’re safe. You’re wanted.” And I swear to god… I could cry. (But like, hot cry. Not sad cry.)
The rest of the night is a blur of touch and taste and voice.
Kaori kissing down my spine, whispering “You’re so sensitive back here. You like that, baby?” Riley sucking on Chen like they’re worshipping an altar. Sofia tying my hands with silk while I laugh like I’m high on being wanted. Ashley moaning into my neck, thighs shaking, body melting like she never knew she could be loved like this.
And me?
I came with four people’s hands on me. I came again with someone’s tongue and someone else’s fingers and maybe a bite mark on my thigh I still haven’t identified. I came crying, moaning, laughing, and begging someone—maybe everyone—not to stop.
After, I was wrecked. Not just my body (though yes, thank you, I could barely walk). My heart was wrecked. Softened. Opened. Held.
Chen curled beside me, fingers stroking my back in these slow, reverent loops. Riley kissed my forehead like we’d been dating for years. Sofia wrapped a blanket around me like she’d been waiting her whole life to do it.
And Ashley? Ashley pulled me into her chest and whispered: “You were incredible. I’m so glad you’re here.”
And I? I did not cry. I did not cry. (Okay, maybe just a little.)
I fell asleep surrounded. Sticky, satisfied, sacred. Still buzzed from wine and sex and the slow realization that I wasn’t just being let in for a night—
I’d been welcomed home.
If I’d known it would feel like that, I wouldn’t have waited so long. But maybe I needed to. Maybe I needed to crash through the door like a brat just to find out I was already loved just like that.
Because this wasn’t just a fuck. This was a fucking miracle.