Villain Ch 1870. Just Lazy
They soaked a little longer, steam curling around them, but eventually even the heat couldn't hide the fact that the day had to move forward. The water clung to their skin as they climbed out, dripping, toweling themselves dry with lazy, unbothered motions.
Vivian stretched like a cat, completely unapologetic about flashing Allen. "I'm still wrecked."
"You were wrecked," Bella teased, wrapping a towel around herself like a fox with a stolen prize. "Now you're just lazy."
"Same thing," Vivian purred.
By the time they made it back to the villa's living room, the sweeper bots had already done their work. The floor was spotless, glass polished, blankets folded, pillows stacked. No sign of the battlefield they had turned it into last night.
"Creepy," Alice muttered, side-eyeing one of the bots zipping under the couch. "It's like our sins never happened."
