He rolled off her, his body heavy and exhausted.
He stared up at the ceiling, his mind still reeling from the intensity of their encounter.
The air hung thick with the scent of sweat and s*x.
Cain and Brittney lay on the messy sheets, their bodies still humming with the aftershocks of their shared release.
The frantic rhythm of their breathing gradually slowed, replaced by the gentle rise and fall of their chests.
Minutes ticked by, marked only by the soft rustle of the sheets and the occasional sigh.
Cain shifted slightly, his gaze drawn to Brittney.
She lay on her side, facing him, her bright hair splayed across the pillow like a silken fan.
The dim light filtering through the grimy window painted her skin in a soft, ethereal glow.
Her eyelashes fluttered against her chee
