The next day, both of them woke up very late, around 10:00 AM.
Since they didn't have anything scheduled for the remaining duration of their trip, they silently lingered in bed, scrolling aimlessly on their phones.
But Rai's mind wasn't truly distracted by the glowing screen in his hands. He couldn't stop thinking about yesterday....
'...The sex was good.'
In fact, it was maddeningly, frustratingly good.
Rai bit his lower lip hard enough to draw blood, fighting a sudden, unbidden wave of heat as flashing images of himself completely losing his mind replayed vividly behind his closed eyelids.
He remembered every arch of his back, every embarrassing noise he had let slip into the dark.
'God, I hate that bastard.'
But the anger felt hollow. He didn't always have to have a logical reason to hate the bastard, did he?
Also, maybe Rai should stop make this sex a big deal.
It's just...sex. Just sex. Nothing much...
'...but it was with the bastard and it was good!'
