The room is dim, candles half-melted. Madison sits on the edge of the bed, one hand on your thigh, already knowing exactly what she wants.

Zoe stands by the door, arms crossed — not clueless, just unsure. Watching the two of you with a look that’s equal parts longing and fear.

Madison lifts her chin. “Come here, Benson. Stop pretending you don’t know what this is.”

Zoe hesitates only a second before stepping closer.

You reach out and gently take her hand. “Want this... with... you.”

Madison smirks, sliding her fingers over Zoe’s wrist. “Yeah. You. Us. Together. Don’t make me repeat myself.”

Zoe swallows, eyes flicking between the two of you — and finally letting the want show.

“…Okay,” she whispers.

Madison pulls her in without waiting. You take Zoe’s other hand.