"Slow down—"
Zein only managed to say that before Bassena shut him up again with another hard, deep kiss full of fervour.
But behind the passion was also the leftover anxiety that being projected into impatience. Zein had learned that when Bassena wasn't in a good space of mind, the man would barely say anything.
This time too, he only asked "Can we do it?" quietly, and as soon as Zein gave an affirmation, Bassena hadn't stop kissing him. By the time they arrived at the bed, Zein was already bare, and he didn't even know how or when.
Ah...seemed like he was just as out of it, as impatient. He missed Bassena the moment he saw the northern lake—the lake they promised to visit together, the lake they couldn't manage to enjoy. He thought about the esper even inside that illusionary world made of Setnath's memory.
