Ned knew the feeling well and he wasn't yearning for it. The feeling of heat building inside him. It was the same feeling when he, his former self and body, and Kamma took a turn and a liking in a place wherein lovers of earth tried to expose their cravings.
These were the moments that Ned decided to retain his memory even after it was transferred from his former body.
It felt yesterday, it was clear, the room, the soft flickering of lights coming from the lavender-scented candles. The smooth fabric of the double-sized bed. Their clothes were scattered on the floor. And the Eiffel Tower fading under the swooshing snow.
It was Kamma who took the led. He didn't push Ned, nor restrained him. Out of curiosity, Ned let himself free of any thoughts and embrace Kamma. Dark hair flowed behind Ned, her warm sweat triggered something inside of Ned. Steaming breath filled the room together with their thoughtful moans.
