A full day had passed, slipping by like a whisper in the wind.
Now, I sat at the simple wooden table, sharing a meal with the women who had come here with me—each one a presence in my life that had grown too vivid to ignore. Morning sunlight streamed lazily through the windows, casting a warm, golden hue over the rustic interior. The smell of cooked meat lingered in the air, accompanied by the soft clatter of utensils and faint chirping of birds beyond the walls.
Last night, Chloe had once again slipped into my bed like a seductive shadow, slinking beneath the sheets with that same mischievous glint in her eyes. Just like the night before, she'd transformed into a night crawler—sensual, hungry, and relentless—and I'd fucked her senseless until her moans dissolved into breathless gasps and trembles of surrender.
