Pant.
Pant.
Pant.
Mikey's breath came out unevenly, his chest rising and falling in slow, exhausted waves. His eyes, half-lidded, remained locked on the translucent screen that hovered in front of him like a ghost.
His lips parted slightly.
'…Hmph.'
His thoughts drifted, slow and thick like molasses.
'Is that it? I… did it? I actually did it?'
He blinked. The realization settled in.
'I fucked Gina… to satisfaction. And now…'
A lazy, lopsided grin spread across his chocolate-skittish lips.
'Now I get the reward.'
He stayed there, sprawled and motionless, eyes still pinned on the glowing interface. The corners of his lips twitched upward further as warmth swelled in his chest.
'I finally did it… I redeemed myself....hehe.'
His fingers twitched slightly. His expression, still plastered with satisfaction, softened even more as he chuckled under his breath.
