They swayed on their feet, bodies marked with exhaustion. Eyes locked downward, none dared look up as if eye contact might break what little strength remained.
Rumi (with a sly grin, breaking the silence): ββ¦If surrender felt that rough, Iβd do it twice.β π₯
Zoey (half-laugh, half-groan): βGirl, you sound like you enjoyed losing.β
Mira (deadpan, breathless): βSheβs not wrong. Painβs kinda hot when itβs mutual.β