He picked them both up at the same time.
One arm for each. He did it with easy, effortless strength, completely unbothered, like a man who had already decided where the two women were going and was simply taking them there without asking either one.
He carried them out of the shower.
Down the short hall.
Through the door.
The bed received them.
He threw them.
Not violently — he used controlled, aimed force, knowing exactly how much to apply, so both women landed together in the center of the plush surface at the same moment. The soft, enveloping, high-thread-count sheets took them in with a deep, yielding cushion built for exactly this kind of landing.
Both bodies bounced.
