Next time? The quiet came fast. Not silence. Quiet. The air conditioner’s soft humming. The muffled sound of traffic outside. The last creak of the bed. And both of your calm panting. You don’t see anything yet. Too much to experience in the moment to open your eyes. It would just ruin it. You focus on your other senses. The room smells of sweat, perfume, and fulfilled lust. You remember burying your face in His chest, br...