Once the main course was finished, the collective mood of the table shifted toward greed.
Everyone quickly rushed the dessert stations, piling bowls high with ice cream, pastries, and tarts before dragging their profoundly satisfied, heavy bodies back to their respective hotel rooms, fully prepared to succumb to a glorious, self-induced food coma.
Rai and Zade were no different. Rai walked a half-step ahead, his mind completely focused on the blissful prospect of face-planting into a soft pillow and not moving till whenever.
But, of course, Zade couldn't just let things be peaceful. He had an innate, hardwired need to be a jerk the absolute second they crossed the threshold of their room.
"No! Bastard, get off my bed!"
Rai's voice cracked with indignation as Zade practically lunged past him. With an obnoxious grin, Zade threw his entire body onto Rai's designated bed.
