He didn't know how much time had passed, but Emery awakened from his slumber with the strangest feeling welling in his body. His head still felt as if he had just spun on the spot dozens of times, but this uncomfortable feeling was nothing compared to the memory that constantly popped in his mind.
Yes, he could remember it all.
The softest skin he ever came in contact with, the seductive touch, the red cherry lips, and every moment of release that came after. Emery remembered everything.
Emery would be a complete liar and hypocrite if he dared to say he did not enjoy those things. He had always been uptight about such matters, therefore being able to do whatever his flesh desired was certainly an exhilarating experience.
But now, seeing the two naked figures sleeping soundly next to him gave him a deeply troubled feeling. At this moment, Emery hadn't the faintest idea of what he should do or say when the two woke up.
