His pov

We lay down on the couch and our bodies were still tangled up in each other. The sweat was cooling our skin as our chest rose and fell against each other.

The music downstairs now felt far away. It was softer but I could hear how it was slowly dying down.

I could hear the sound of people leaving. The door kept on opening and closing as the voices faded out.

She shifted. Sitting up to fix her dress and probably leave like nothing ever happened inside of this room.

I did the same. I sat up slowly and I pulled my pants up. I bucked my belt...