201- His Lips

They were sitting on the edge of the pool with their feet dangling in the water. They both were clad in bathing robes, provided by the hotel.

The pool area was dimly lit because of his instructions to the hotel staff.

A barbecue platter was placed there, which Rafael ordered just an hour back. It had gotten quite late, but he wanted to admit that this was the best time of his life.

The platter was not on a proper table but on the floor. Something that was against his elite-class upbringing. But he didn't mind if she was accompanying him.

Marissa speared a piece of chicken barbecue to her fork while telling him about her childhood. The best part was, she wasn't telling him about Valerie or her parents.

It was just about her and her school, and her old friends

While listening to her, Rafael was trying his best to focus on the words but instead, his mind was wandering to the moans that he heard from her mouth just an hour back.