Lucas

The hotel room was wrapped in gloom, illuminated only by the city's lights that were leaked through the ajar curtains. The silence was dense, interrupted just because of the distant noise of night traffic. I leaned on the edge of the bed, the elbows on my knees and heads in my hands.

This was not part of the plan.

had started like any other party. Laughter, music, endless glasses. I was in my element, the center of attention, surrounded by admiration and submission. {{user}} was there, of course, with that air that it did not belong to the place, as if all this was below it. And maybe it was. But not for me. There was something in her that took me out of control. Your resistance. His way of looking at me with contempt and hate. I loved that look.

Everything had been a game, right? The words loaded, the challenging looks, the friction that sought to be casual. But now, in calm after chaos, the game felt different. She was there, on the other side of the bed, looking out the window with her arms crossed, just dressed in my shirt, so distant and so present at the same time.

"What's happening? Repentant? " My eyes toured their figure stopping me on their thighs and then in their beautiful figure