Beautiful sky

I stretched out my hand and opened my eyes. I stared at the black ceiling in Damien's room as I lay in his grande bed. Again and again I messed up, but who cares. After all, we have to do something stupid from time to time, otherwise life would be very boring.

Sighing, I sat up and looked at the figure lying next to me. I guess I had a weakness for tanned brown hair curlers. That would explain everything, since I wasn't really attracted to boys otherwise, mostly. Actually, I was quite attracted to this type of people regardless of gender. Interestingly. And maybe the fact that he had something feminine on him made me kind of attracted to him...

I wanted to find out what time it was, but I didn't feel like looking for my communicator because I had no idea where it was, so I just looked around for anything that could tell the time, but couldn't find anything. Instead, my eyes landed on a white shirt that was lying on the corner of the bed.

I reached for it and then put it on, after which I slowly got out of the bed so as not to wake up the sleeping Damien. I buttoned all the buttons except the top two and made my way to the glass wall, which then continued into the living room and kitchen.

After a short while, I managed to find out how to open the glass door, which was almost indistinguishable from the window itself, and then I moved it to the side and went out into the slightly cold air on almost the highest part of the building.

I closed the door slightly behind me and sat down on the edge of the thing that was full of water, a little smaller than the pool next to it. I was sure they called it somehow, but I had no idea what it was. But I was sure that other thing was a pool because Mali talked about it once. And I couldn't swim so why and how would I know that. After all, I never had the possibility of how and where to learn it.

I swung my feet in the clear water and watched the pleasantly colored sky and the softly lit city. I braced myself against the dark wooden beams I was sitting on and tilted my head to the side with a small smile on my lips. The view was so pretty to look at. Surely different than I was used to but every time the sky was the most beautiful to look at.

"I didn't tire you out much, did I?" came a voice from a short distance from me, and I looked back at Damien, who was holding two glasses of brownish-golden liquid in his hands.

I reached for one of them, shaking my head in response. That was one thing, but I could never sleep very long after alcohol, usually even without it. I was still interested in what time it was, so I decided to ask:

"What time is it?"

"Almost six," Damien replied as he sat down next to me.

I nodded in understanding and took a sip of excellently tasting alcohol. Perhaps it made the moment even better. At that moment, I couldn't imagine what could be better than watching the slow dawn on the balcony in the sky part of the city with a glass of good whiskey.

"Wanna turn on the hot tub?" Damien asked after a while and I turned to him questioningly. I then looked down at the water my feet were still in when I realized what he was talking about so I shrugged my shoulders in response.

Damien did as he asked and subsequently bubbles began to form in the water and I could feel the current of them pushing into the back of my calves. Later I also felt how the temperature in the water increased. I felt a bit excited about it, so I stretched my legs for a while. These people surely knew how to spend their money.

I felt eyes on me, so after a few minutes I looked at Damien next to me, who was watching me almost the whole time while drinking from his glass. I raised a questioning eyebrow: "What?"

The guy with disheveled curls shook his head with a slight smile, "Nothing. You just look happy."

At that moment, I thought of something, so I put the glass, I had been holding in my left hand, to my side and leaned dangerously close to Damien's face, to which I whispered, "I hope you're not too tired."

I was surprised when he chuckled and moved his face even closer to mine, cupping my chin between his thumb and forefinger as his gaze darted from my eyes to my lips.

I waited for him to say something, but he didn't, and instead I felt his other hand on my thigh, slowly moving up and up my skin. But I didn't like this provocation, so I got up, putting my arms around Damien's shoulders and moved in front of him.

I ran a hand through his hair from behind, raising my eyebrows in question, "Do you have it?"

The brunette guy nodded and held up his hand with the condom pack as proof, to which I nodded with a chuckle and nodded to get him to continue, which he then did and then pulled me closer by the waist.

I climbed out of the water onto the step, which was probably intended for sitting in the hot tub, and sat on Damien's lap, who already grabbed me by the bare ass and then got up with me and sat in the hot tub saying:

"You were serious about us having all night."

Chuckling at his words, I placed my hand on the back of Damien's neck as I placed the other on his cheek and pulled him into one of many more kisses.

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I woke up again later in the morning, rather in the forenoon, I would say. There was still the same amount of light from outside, but its intensity was moderated by the darkened glass wall. One of the best things human beings came up with - just my opinion.

This time I sat on the empty bed in the white shirt that I had put on early in the morning. But it was already dry and pretty wrinkled. It wasn't mine anyway, so I couldn't care less if it was destroyed or not.

I looked around the room. The clothes that were strewn on the ground a few hours ago were no longer down there. I couldn't find a single piece of clothing that we had worn the night before anywhere else in the spacious room.

A few more seconds later I got up from the bed with an attempt to settle it somehow. Once my feet touched the floor I could feel how it was pleasantly cool but warm at the same time. Luxury. What else would it be? But I didn't understand why one person needed such a huge duvet, and bed, and apartment.

My gaze suddenly stopped on a pile of clothes with a towel lying in a gray armchair, which looked quite bushy and pleasant. I walked closer and noticed that the clothes looked clean. So I thought maybe Damien was taking a shower and forgot to take it with him.

When I heard the door to the room slide open, I shifted my gaze in their direction and my eyes met with Damien´s. He was already dressed in some pants that resembled sweatpants and a fancy shirt. He was kind of fond of those shirts, I would say.

"You can shower if you want and take these," Damien spoke after a moment of silence, pointing to another door leading from his room, to which I nodded in understanding. Brunette guy then disappeared from the room again and I was alone once again.

Sighing, I picked up a pile of new clothes and a towel and headed to the bathroom. I had to chuckle when I entered a spacious room coordinated in dark blue and silver with a large shower, which could also be said about the white bathtub on the other side of the room, next to which was a toilet and, on the other hand, next to the shower, a sink with cabinets. Again, such an insanely huge space for one person. Didn't he feel alone?

As soon as I felt the very warm water running down my body, I felt amazing after the previous evening. However, at that moment I noticed that the one entire wall of the bathroom, which also belonged to the shower, was made of glass. But the glass was pretty dark and probably opaque from the outside, because only a moron would let strangers stare into his shower. I shook my head at another strange invention of the rich people.

After a while I was already dressed in Damien's clothes, which luckily weren't as fancy as the ones he was wearing. He might look good in it, but I would look like a fool. Chuckling at the thought, I hung the towel on the bathroom rack and stepped outside, where I immediately smelled a slight whiff of food.

Curiously, I wandered towards the kitchen, where Damien seemed to be cooking something. From the smell, it seemed like it was something good, but I couldn't see it, because all I could see was the brunette guy's back. So I sat down by the bar on a bar stool, on which I leaned my elbows on the marble counter and put my face in my palms while I watching the owner of the apartment cook.

"Are you enjoyin´ the view?" Damien suddenly spoke up, turning and giving me a questioning look, to which I responded with a shrug. I've never had the chance to watch someone cook like this, but... it was quite comforting and pleasant a feeling, although incomprehensible to me.