The past night was pleasurable for the couple of teenagers. They didn't have a single regret of what happened, and would go for it again under the right circumstances.
William was still confused, but he didn't want to think about all of this for too long. At the same night he sought out some clothes on another room, and put them on.
He had no idea to whom they belonged to, but neither did he care. Mirada did not stop him either, as after the hustle within the bath, she simply grew too careless.
So after the young man picked out some clean, self-fulfilling dark clothes, he went back to sleep. Most of that stench was gone by now, and that splitting headache had been rubbed away with the aid of intimacy. He was quite peaceful for once.
The night was quick to pass, everyone woke up a couple of hours after the break of dawn, and reminded themselves of all the issues they had to fix.
