Armande woke up with a hangover and groaned as he touched his temples. Struggling to open his eyes, he looked around to find the room complete neat and clean. Ibha wasn't around but something about the room felt odd. It took a while for Armande to recollect what had transpired between him and Ibha last night. Armande had to admit it was one hell of a crazy experience. Rubbing his stubbles he wondered if all that really happened between them? The room wasn't how it should have been given the kind of messy they had created last night.
"Nah...must be a wet dream," He convinced himself and stepped into the bathroom. There was no way Ibha could have done that, he thought when all of a sudden he noticed red marks over his torso. The second he saw that he was transported back to the night Ibha
