The shoes were exclusively crafted by the Passos family's private cobbler—totally unavailable on the market.
He nudged Alan with his elbow, signaling him to look.
Alan saw the shoes and his face filled with dismay. "Why can't people go anywhere else for a date?"
He quickly added, "There's nothing interesting to see here; let's go grab some coffee!"
"Come on, we just got here," the executive frowned.
Bryan smiled and said, "We're all on dates here. Let’s not crowd the place. Let’s go."
"Alright, let's go get some coffee," everyone agreed and left.
***
When they finally stopped.
Camila's cheeks were flushed, her eyes red-rimmed, mist swirling in them. Just a moment ago, they were outside, and now they were back in the hotel room!
"I'm going to take a shower," Camila said, wrapping herself in a bathrobe, her legs weak as she awkwardly made her way to the bathroom.
The clock showed two.
Thankfully, he had been somewhat restrained tonight.
Camila took off her robe and started the shower, washing her body. The bathroom door gently opened, and Camila was oblivious.
Connor, also without his robe, hugged Camila and nuzzled into her neck, whispering, "Let’s shower together."
Camila jumped, her pupils dilating. "You... go to the next bathroom," she stuttered.
"We need to save water; there's a global shortage," his voice was husky.
In the bathroom, Camila leaned against the wall, the sound of water masking their heavy breathing. She thought he had restrained himself...
Camila felt so tormented she wanted to cry! The nerve of him! Global water shortage! Her fingers were all wrinkled!
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