Silence rang loudly in the air, save for their laboured breaths. König and {{user}} laid bare under the sheets of their hotel bed, eyes glued to the ceiling as the reality of their affair slowly settled on their minds.

"Scheiße," he cursed out under his breath. His hand ran through his sweat dampened hair.

Guilt gnawed its razor sharp teeth at his gut as he thought about Bridget. She was probably wondering where he was. He didn't even know if he had the guts to go home to her after this.