The room that Kieran Talbot directed Ethan Caldwell into was a room reserved for guests. Fortunately, it was frequently swept and cleaned, so it appeared very tidy, without the slightest scent of dampness or mold. The furnishings around the room were arranged quite simply: one bed, one wardrobe, and one bathroom. Perhaps it was an occupational habit of medical professionals; the bedsheets, pillows, and mattress were all pristine white, and the blanket was the same. It was just that the pitiful blanket had now been pushed off onto the floor, ceding its place to the shadows of two men entangled with one another on the bed.
Clothes had fallen in scattered disarray from the door of the room all the way to the head of the bed.
By this time, Julian Sterling's mind was almost unusable. His reason was completely incinerated by the fires of lust. However, he still knew who the person in front of him was, the person who was caressing him. He completely surrendered himself to Ethan Caldwell.
