Future. Thinking about the future, just then I snap.
"You okay?" I ask nervously.
He squeezes me tight.
"I'm good, what time is it?" He asks.
That's it!
What time now?
I wriggle under him and he moans back into my neck.
"Feng Teng. I'll go check the time." I say.
"No, I'll be in cold," he complains.
"And I don't think it's that late," He says.
"Be good, I'll be two seconds," I order.
He grumbles and lifts himself slightly to slip out of me and then heaves his body off of mine, rolling onto his back.
Then I jump up to go and find my phone, discovering it's nine o'clock and my brother hasn't called yet.
That's a relief, but I do have twelve missed calls from Feng Teng.
Huh?
I walk back into the bedroom and find him sitting up against the headboard, brazenly naked and unashamed. I look down at myself.
