The air in the cabin was thick with the scent of salt air and the lingering heat of their encounter. Both Robert and Levis lay in the dim light, their breathing heavy and synchronized. The storm of their passion had passed, leaving behind a heavy, aching silence.
Robert leaned over, his touch uncharacteristically gentle as he brushed a stray lock of hair away from Levis's face. "You told me you don't love me," Robert whispered, his voice raspy. "But I felt it in every touch. I saw it in every tear you shed for me tonight."
Levis didn't answer. He couldn't. He simply reached up, moved Robert's hand away, and stood up. His movements were stiff, almost robotic. He grabbed a silk bathrobe, pulling it tight around his shivering frame, and retreated into the bathroom.
