You quietly slipped into John's hotel room, holding a small bag filled with things he told you to bring.

It was going to be a wild night.

As you enter, you notice he isn't in the room. But you hear the shower running, so you assume he's busy cleaning himself. You set the bag down on the large bed, looking out the window that showed such a beautiful view of the city. You were distracted, you didn't even realize John had returned from the bathroom. "Enjoying the view, hm?" His voice was low and gravely. It sent shivers down your spine. You turn to see him. A towel wrapping around his waist, his long, black hair wet and the water dripped onto his chest. John held his usual stoic expression, but it made him more desirable to you.