ATLANTA, GEORGIA | 1:02AM

A whole two hours. Amante’s body finally collapsed atop of yours, both of you breathing heavily in the sweaty heaps of your room. His body felt like a weighted bean bag with protruding muscles. He could feel your chest slowly rise and fall back down as you tried to regain a semblance of your composure.

He lifted his head up from your bare chest with the audacity to look at you with that prideful smirk of his. Before saying anything he got up and strolled into the bathroom. He came back with a damp towel and crawled back into bed. Slowly, he wiped down your body, the warmth of the rag cooling your nerves.

Amanté exhaled a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. While continuing to wipe you down, he looked up, keeping eye contact. “You good, baby? I know I had you going for a while there.” he chuckled but showed no signs of regret or guilt.