The night had aged by the time Fabian started the car and turned around. This time, there was a prevalent silence in the car, one that only heightened the desires that had already sparked between us. I was fully awake now, my hand lightly resting on his chest, listening, almost like a maniac to the beat of his heart and how every beat, every touch, every breath of mine spiked it a notch higher. In less than minutes, he was stretching the car's speed to its very highest, pushing the limit of our own desires, kindling fires that we both did not know how to quench just yet.
The car came to a stop in front of the mansion, and his hands wrapped around me. I noticed it was his private resting home and not the villa we were all currently staying in. Perfect. How about a night amidst the painting
