The evening air was cooler than West expected.
Streetlights had flickered on, casting long orange shadows across the pavement. The faint buzz of traffic drifted from the main road as West walked back from the bus stop.
Nina had left reluctantly after three hot and passionate rounds. West didn't even know where she got the energy from...
He thought all girls were like Aria who couldn't handle anymore hard-core pounding after their brains had been fucked out... he thought wrong.
Fortunately, his stamina points were high.
West shoved his hands into his pockets, exhaling slowly.
Sunday nights were usually quiet and peaceful but peace rarely lasted long around him.
He had barely turned into the side street that led toward his apartment complex when a figure slammed into him hard.
West didn't move.
The other person bounced off him like they had collided with a wall.
A gasp escaped soft lips.
"I'm sorry—I—"
