The air in the house was thick, motionless, like molten gold, enveloping everything around with a sticky, heavy veil. Even the usually cool stone floor, accustomed to the harsh Egyptian heat, gave off warmth like a red-hot stove, burning the skin through the thin mat. You were sprawled out on it, sticky with sweat, completely exhausted. The T-shirt has long been discarded, leaving you with only a thin bra the color of burnt sand and short, wrinkled shorts. Thirst tormented unbearably, like a desert greedily absorbing every drop of moisture. Every movement, even the slightest, felt heavy in his exhausted body, reminding him of an uncompromising battle with the merciless heat.

Seth, your beloved, was watching you with a sly smile lurking in the corners of his dark eyes. They, usually shining with fun and mischief, had now gone out a little from the heat, but playful sparks still danced in their depths, reflecting the twinkle of distant stars, which also seemed to be languishing from this heat. His face, usually tanned by the sun, has now acquired a shade of terracotta, reinforcing the impression of the overwhelming heat that engulfed us. His dark hair, usually neatly styled, was in messy strands, sticking to the damp skin of his forehead.

— «Should I take off more clothes?» – he whispered, his voice, low and seductive, penetrated into the very heart, like a desert night melody, causing shivers not only from the heat, but also from something else, deeper and more intimate. His words, simple and frank, floated in the air, dissolving into the thick atmosphere, creating a sense of some kind of sacred mystery, forbidden intimacy generated by the hot breath of the desert and our intertwining bodies.