For what seemed the morning came, Keith squirmed a tad bit with his left arm beyond sore and numb from resting sideways. After which, eyes snapped wide open with Mystique's glossy strands of her periwinkle hair and curvaceous back to pair with it.
Gazing downwards, his body burned up when his hand was on her hip. Worse came with a tingling sensation on his shaft, seemingly prodding and cozying in between her bare derriere.
'Right, we did that…'
But his admiration came short when she nestled in Athan's embrace. They were in each other's arms, and in no way he could bring himself close to her as they had a peaceful, angelic countenance.
'Even His Highness had this kind of face. If he had really changed for her, as he avowed, then I might not stand a chance.'
He pressed his lips thin despite a subtle smile, and slowly pulled away from her. He couldn't stand it as his chest tightened, and looked away, sitting by the edge of the bed.
