MIDNIGHT FLOWER

CHAPTER 1 : HIS GHOST

CHAPTER 1

Hotel Hallway, Late Night

The dim hotel hallway echoed with the sound of their hurried steps, punctuated by the occasional breathless laugh. Shau's arm was slung around Jenny's waist, pulling her close as they stumbled out of the elevator. The alcohol in their system made the world spin slightly, but it only heightened the raw, urgent desire between them.

Without a word, Jenny pushed Shau against the wall, her lips crashing onto his with an almost feral hunger. His hands gripped her hips, pulling her even closer as they kissed deeply, tongues tangling in a heated dance. The taste of whiskey and something sweeter passed between them, driving them wild.

Shau fumbled in his pocket, pulling out the key card as Jenny's hands roamed his chest, fingers deftly working on the buttons of his shirt. "Hurry," she whispered, her breath hot against his ear, sending shivers down his spine.

The door to room 304 finally beeped open, and they tumbled inside, lips never leaving each other. Clothes were pulled off with a sense of urgency, articles of clothing left in a trail leading to the bed. Jenny's dress slid to the floor as Shau's hands found the bare skin of her back, the sensation sending a jolt of electricity through her.

He pushed her against the wall, his mouth trailing down her neck, sucking and biting with just enough force to leave a mark. Jenny moaned softly, her nails digging into his shoulders as she pulled him closer, their bodies flush against each other. Every touch, every kiss was charged with a desperate need, as if they couldn't get enough of each other.

Shau lifted her effortlessly, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, feeling the hard press of him against her. The tension between them was almost unbearable as he carried her to the bed, their mouths reconnecting in a searing kiss that left them both gasping for breath.

They fell onto the bed in a tangle of limbs, the softness of the sheets a stark contrast to the roughness of their kisses. Shau's hands roamed her body, memorizing every curve, every dip, as Jenny arched into his touch, her own hands exploring the hard lines of his muscles.

Their movements became frantic, a blur of passion and need, as they sought to consume each other completely. The bed creaked beneath them, but the sound was drowned out by their heavy breaths, their low moans, and the primal connection between them.

In that moment, the world outside ceased to exist.

There was only the heat of their bodies, the fire in their veins, and the intoxicating rush of pleasure as they lost themselves in each other, utterly and completely.

The night was beautiful like their very first met. The moon shine like the sun, and flower dances. The flowers bloom even in midnight.

After some tic tac tos, the room was bathed in the soft glow of a bedside lamp, casting gentle shadows on the walls. Jenny and Shau lay entwined under the sheets, their breaths slowly returning to normal after an intense and passionate encounter. The silence between them was comfortable but laden with unspoken thoughts of Jenny.

Jenny propped herself up on one elbow, her eyes studying Shau's profile as he stared up at the ceiling. The weight of their recent intimacy made her feel both close and conflicted. She needed to address something that had been on her mind for a while.

"Daddy," Jenny began softly, her voice almost a whisper.

Shau turned his head to look at her. "Yes baby?"

Jenny hesitated for a moment, searching for the right words. "We've been seeing each other for a while now, and we keep ending up here, in bed. But I'm starting to wonder where this is all leading to."