Bad Aptitudes

Ailee Anne, Gia Derza, Apryl Rein, and Erin Everheart sat hunched over their laptops, knees touching, chewing their nails. The results came back like a slap. None of the careers matched their interests. None of them kept the four of them together. The very thought made heat crawl up their skin. Then someone cracked a joke about the only skill they actually shared — being fucking hot — and being better at fucking than anyone had a right to know. The air changed. Smirks turned into lingering looks. Hands brushed thighs. If the test wanted proof they had a future, they’d give it one right here: tangled limbs, slick mouths, gasping laughter. No separation. No hesitation. Just the four of them proving how perfectly they fit when clothes hit the floor.