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He’s clever, I’ll give him that. And if we talk longer, he might brainstorm other sleeping arrangements, but Komal also isn’t predictable. Just because I left her in the common room, doesn’t mean she’ll stay there. Tipsy Komal is a flight risk.
“Find me if anything comes up,” I tell Floyd. “I’ll be in the kitchen.”
“Because you can’t share the same room? Come on, doesn’t seem like a real problem to me considering she’s also into you.”
“Don’t be disrespectful, kid.”
Floyd’s eyes widen. “You said it so politely, but my balls shrunk. How? Why? Again, who are you?”
“Nobody.”
"Alright, Nobody, why are you and Komal travelling together? What is she to you?"
A woman who strips everything away. Pretty soon, I'll have nothing left.
“I’m with her when she needs me,” I answer carefully.
“Oh, you’ve got it bad!”
“Kid—”
He salutes me.
“Get me another room,” I say before leaving to go find Komal. Of course, she’s not where I left her. I find her inside the private room. My room that will now beherroom, but never ours.
Not after what we've done tonight. If she had the slightest idea of how ruthlessly I held myself back, how much I wanted to forget the world around us, that my cock was about to explode if I didn't fuck her right there in that alleyway...
It's not... casual.
She stretches on one side of the bed, as if being respectful of the other side, as if I could ever lie beside her and keep myself sane.
There is wetness on her mouth. Like her tongue was playing with her lips.
My cock twitches, reminding me of its presence.
Spanking her in the alley?—
If there is one thing I didn’t see coming, it was to know I would touch her like that. My desires areparticular, and I needed to believe Komal would push me away if I actually did it. Instead, she begged for more.Fuck. If I’d allowed myself five more minutes, let myself pretend we were possible for a while longer?—
My hands ache. More fuck.
“Huan?”
I paste on a blank look and meet her eyes. “You’re awake. Good. I’ll get you some water.”And lecture my dick until it behaves.
She sits and goes to the edge of the bed.
“What is it?” I ask, hesitating by the door. Her head is hanging down.
“My phone. Don’t know if this was a dream or not, but while you were gone, I got a notification.” With her expression tight, her hand searches under the pillows. “Yeah, I’ve got to see if it was a dream or not. Can you help me find my phone?”
Taking out my phone, I call her.
We find her device under the bed. Komal’s dark hair spills over her shoulders as she tilts forward and peers intensely atthe screen. Unable to help myself, I go sit beside her. “Was it a dream?”
“Nightmare. Real one. Guess who is playing my love interest in the film?”
“Who?” I ask, ignoring the jealousy that rips through me.
