“I thought you liked being in control,” she replied.
He sighed and looked away.
“I’m not great at taking initiative,” Ranya admitted. “But if you want, I’ll try.”
“Forget it. I’m going to change,” he said, sitting up.
“Oh, come on. Why are you ruining it?” she complained.
“Ranya, I told you, I’m tired,” he snapped. “I don’t have the energy to throw you down and fuck you. Because that’s what you want.” He stood and walked away to change.
When he stepped into the bathroom, he stopped short. A faint sound cut through the quiet. A soft moan. He held still, listening.
Anna moaned as Ody pressed his lips to hers. His hand slipped under her bra as he kissed down her chest.
Another moan followed, louder this time, rising with each thrust.
Ody lifted his head. “Quiet,” he murmured near her ear. “They’ll hear us.”
“Mm…”
Ody moved faster, sharper, and Anna whimpered.
“I told you to stay quiet,” he said, his voice low.
“I can’t,” she cried out.
“You can.” He covered her mouth with his hand, holding her there as he kept thrusting deep. “See?” he whispered. “Much better.”
He only removed his hand when he decided she could make noise again.
Mano’s eyes widened. Anna’s voice. Then a deeper voice. Ody’s. He shut the door quickly, jaw tight as something sharp twisted through his chest. He changed in silence, lay down, and stared at the ceiling until sleep finally dragged him under.
The next morning, they headed down for breakfast.
“Good morning, everyone.”
They filled their plates from the small buffet, drifting around the table half awake. Mano grabbed some eggs and yogurt, trying to look casual, but his eyes flicked toward Ody for a split second. Ody didn’t look back. Or maybe he did. Mano couldn’t tell.
They ended up side by side at the buffet, reaching for the same section of the table in tense silence.
“What’s up? How’d you sleep?” Mano asked, his voice heavy and low as he placed two orange slices on his plate.
“Great. You?”
“You had fun last night, huh?” Mano asked, staring directly into Ody’s eyes.
Ody stilled. Realizing what Mano meant, he looked away and added a slice of toast to his plate. “You heard us?”
“When I went to the bathroom,” Mano said. “You weren’t too loud though. You must have gone easy on her.”
Ody looked at him. “Quite the opposite,” he said, matching Mano’s tone. “She was so loud I had to shut her mouth.”
Mano’s expression darkened.
“What about you? You two were awfully quiet,” Ody said. “Boring night, huh? Is that why you went to the bathroom to eavesdrop on us? Don’t tell me you stayed there all night.” A smirk curled on his lips.
Mano grabbed him by the collar, furious. “Say that again.”
