Though if the night had twisted differently, Noah might have found himself in the same situation.
He crawled into bed, naked, his mind flashing pictures of Demetri in his state of undress from the beach. He thought of him now, imagining him above him. Thrusting hungrily at his body. Such a scenario and the noises from next door congealed, and it left him in a horny, confused state before sleep finally claimed him. Someone was near climax and it wasn’t him.
Day one in Cane’s Inlet was complete. Memorable in both good and bad ways. Which only made him wary about what tomorrow would bring.
* * * *
Thursday morning arrived sooner than he might have wanted, but at least the acrobatics from next door had ceased. The room was probably empty, the idea that he might be the only actual overnight
