Back in Lexora,
In a room filled with heat, accompanied by the squeaking of the bed, a man and a woman were both entangled in intimacy. Moans filled the room as both bodies gave in to their lust.
After several hours, they finally lay on the bed to rest. Their chests heaved as they painted.
The woman's hands were draped over the man's body, trying to cuddle as a form of aftercare. Unfortunately for her, the man wasn't into such hobbies.
Mylo lit a cigarette and placed it between his fingers, puffing the smoke through his lips and fingers.
"Are you really going to indulge yourself in that right after we're done with sex?" Jennifer questioned, obviously displeased by his lack of aftercare.
They'd been together for over a year now—ever since her obsession with Dante had ended—but not once had he tried to put in any effort after sex.
