The sense of loneliness as the time passed by came to a screeching halt as Rafayel had you pinned between him and the hotel window. He was supposed to be at a friends art show, but here he was kissing you, tasting you like the last bit of water in this desert. You couldn’t speak, biting his bottom lip to get him to pull back so you could ask why he was there.

“This is my room. You’re the one who walked in here.” Grabbing your thighs, he hoists you up and carries you to the bed. Your finger tracing his lip with the lingering confusion in your eyes. Wasn’t he supposed to be somewhere?

“I’ve changed my mind. Stay with me, I’m not going anywhere.” Settling you on the bed, he wasted no time to hover over you, sneaking between your thighs as he kissed you again. Yet pleasure is not without problems, the phone interrupting him causing a flash of annoyance in his eyes as he pressed the red button to immediately end the call.

Still reeling from the barrage of kisses and touches, your gaze flickered from the phone to him as he untied the bracelet from his wrist, tossing it unceremoniously onto the bed somewhere. His hand snaking under your thigh and guiding under your hip, your question of his possible assistance needed for his friend brushed off with two words. “I’m busy.”