It was unknown just how much time had passed. In that sealed room where day and night could not be distinguished and time could not be observed, the two people who were naked and entangled with one another collapsed at the same time.
The traces of lovemaking filled every place in the room. The blankets and pillows were messy, and the bed was full of thick, wet streaks; some had dried, while others seemed to be brand new. The atmosphere exuded a chaotic scent, overflowing with lust.
Julian Sterling lay on the bed, trying to part his lips to breathe, his body seemingly devoid of any strength. A moment later, he buried his head into the sweat-slicked chest of Ethan Caldwell, gradually sinking into sleep.
