You laid on the hotel bed beside Arthur, his hand tucked between you legs, massaging the beard burn he’d marked you with.

You continued reading your book, listening to the gentle rise and fall of his breath. Arthur turned onto his side, now facing you, with his head propped up on his hand, the other still between your thighs.

“I’m enjoying this ‘break from camp’ so far.” Arthur smirked, his silvery voice was heaven to your ears.