Meanwhile, in another hotel room about half an hour from there, the faint sound of trickling water finally stopped.
Ezra stepped out of the shower cubicle in his own skin, seemingly hesitant when he glanced at the big jacuzzi and ran into a pair of cold dark eyes staring at him from behind the rim of a wine glass.
"Why are you standing there? Come here." Shawn said and opened his arms wide, scoffing. "I won't send you away tonight."
Hearing such a sweet tone, Ezra forgot all the pain and bruises in his body that Shawn had inflicted on him earlier and joined him in the jacuzzi, leaning his head on the man's firm chest with a relieved sigh.
"I thought you're still angry with me."
"You've paid your mistake with your body." Shawn chuckled, fondling Ezra's bottom cheek with a perverted smile. "Just make sure you don't make such a dangerous mistake like that again next time."
