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MARCH 28TH 2022 📍JEDDAH, SAUDI ARABIA ────────────────────────────────
They stayed in bed in peaceful silence, their hands intertwined, watching the shadows dance across the walls as they moved in the breeze coming through the window, occasionally brushing their faces. The silence was broken only by the rustle of the tree branches swaying in the wind, and the occasional sounds of crickets chirping. They lay entwined in each other's arms in an intimate embrace, revelling in the bliss they found in their new peaceful environment, oblivious to anything else that may happen outside of their little bubble. She traced his chest gently with her fingertips as her thoughts drifted back to last night's events. The excitement coursed through her veins as she recalled every precious memory from the night before.
Sharp knocking resounded throughout the room at an unusual hour, bringing her back to reality. She blinked her eyes as a sudden wave of panic washed over her, wondering who could be knocking at such an early hour on a Monday morning.
Pierre pulled himself upright in bed, rubbing his face tiredly. "Stay quiet," he ordered in a low voice. She nodded my head in agreement as he carefully stood up, stretching out his stiff muscles. As he stepped towards the door her eyes followed him curiously until he disappeared behind a wall. She watched as his shadow stretched out on the floor. "No, I haven't seen Camille. Why would I know where she is anyway?" She could practically hear the smile in his voice, she couldn't help but laugh to herself. He was trying to hide his laughter. She rolled her eyes. "Mate, that you even consider she might be at my place is just idiotic."
The door shut with a click and Pierre slowly returned to the bed, sliding back underneath the covers and pulling her back toward him. "That was Charles. You owe me for that performance, you know?" He mused.
"You weren't too convincing in your acting skills," she chuckled, resting my head on his shoulder. "You're lucky that Charles is an idiot or we would have been caught. You know the rumours will fly."
Charles would never purposely snitch on them, but she preferred keeping their little secret to themselves. They'd probably never hear the end of it if word spread to anyone else. She wasn't going to take any chances.
"So... I won't get special 'thank you' kisses?" He asked with a smug smirk, running his hands down her bare arm teasingly. "And no sweet nothings? Or am I supposed to pretend that we didn't spend the entire night together before you show any signs of gratitude?" He added, shaking his head in mock disappointment.
"What kind of girl do you take me for, mate?" She joked as he kissed her gently. "I don't thank people for sleeping with me, it would make them feel too good about themselves."
