Nicholas's POV:
The remarkable thing about Hong King was that it is rich in culture and never slept. And for that reason, you could get anything at any hour. I woke up at 4 am, and I was starving. She was underneath me, still, and she was awake.
I leaned up onto my elbows, looked down at her and assessed her face for a few minutes. She was looking me right in the eyes. Looking straight into my soul. But I couldn't read her, "Hungry?" I asked. We'd skipped dinner.
She kept staring at me for a moment, blinking at me like she was stunned or something. Then she gave me a little nod. A nod I knew she gave because she was afraid of pissing me off.
"Let's go find some food," I kissed her on the mouth and then got out of bed. I found a new pair of briefs and slid into them before heading to the closet for clothes. She got up and hurried into the bathroom as if rushing to throw up.
