As Levi stepped out of the bathroom, a towel draped around his neck and steam still clinging to his skin, he found Havana already curled up on the couch. The TV played softly in the background—some random show neither of them was really watching.
He joined her, dropping into the seat beside her. For a while, they just sat there, half-watching, half-scrolling through their phones, occasionally exchanging a laugh or showing each other something funny from their screens.
"Our generation's definition of quality time," Havana said with a smirk, eyes still on her phone.
Levi told her more about his controlling father—James, a pharmacist—who was a control freak and dictated every aspect of his children's lives. Anyone who went against his plan would be cut off from financial support.
That explained why Levi was struggling to pay for accommodation.
The conversation helped them both open up and feel more at ease with each other.
"What about you?" Levi asked.
"I've told you before—about my dad... my mom... it's always been about me."
"What about your relationships?" he hinted. "You can't be this beautiful and single."
She gave a big smile, tinged with sadness. "I am single."
He looked surprised, then asked, "Why?"
"Hm. I've been working ever since I graduated, so no real relationships—just off and on."
"You mean guys don't hit on you?"
"They do, from time to time. But I work in a university, so I'm mostly around students or older lecturers. That leaves me in a weird spot."
"Enough about me. How about you?" she asked.
He looked a little sad. "I was in a relationship once, but it's over. She left me because of my ambition to become an artist. She lives in New York now. I really loved her, but I wish her all the best."
Before he could finish, he noticed Havana had fallen asleep on the couch.
"Ah…" He now had the freedom to stare at her.
The sharp contrast between her dark hair and white skin was captivating.
The dress she wore was so transparent he could see the color of her panties.
He could also see the outline of her breasts, knowing she wasn't wearing a bra.
This is my lucky day, he thought.
Quietly, he brought out his phone, made sure the flash was off, and took a picture of her.
After admiring her for a while, he stood up, carried her gently—like a bride—and laid her on the bed, covering her with a blanket.
Then he got another blanket and laid it on the ground to sleep.
While preparing the floor, he made some noise that woke her.
"What are you doing?"
"Getting ready to sleep."
"On the floor? Why?" she asked.
"I don't want anything to happen that we'd both regret," he replied.
"Nothing can possibly happen that would make us regret," she said softly—her words inviting.
After some thought and hesitation, he joined her.
She crawled into his arms as if she'd been longing for warmth and protection.
They both fell asleep with his arm wrapped around her and her body curled against his.
Levi woke up early.
As he opened his eyes, he found Havana already awake, still lying beside him, staring into his eyes.
The eye contact was intense—both searching each other silently.
Before he could say anything, she asked, "What would we have regretted?"
Before she could finish, he drew her closer, leaning in for a kiss.
Her response was immediate—wrapping her arms around him in a deep, passionate embrace.
Time seemed to pause as his hand slipped beneath her clothing.
As he touched her breast, full and waiting, a soft moan escaped her lips—music to his ears, unleashing something primal within him.
He stood, laying her back onto the bed and positioning himself on top.
They continued kissing, his hand on her chest.
Then she felt his other hand parting her legs, slipping off her panties as he kissed her body.
When he touched her most pussy, he could feel the wetness already forming.
With flat fingers, he began moving in slow, circular motions, gradually increasing speed.
This stimulation made Havana moan softly.
As his motions became faster, her breathing grew heavier.
He could sense she wanted more, but he held back, wanting her to crave him.
By now, the desire in her eyes was unmistakable.
Her body trembled, already wet and yearning.
Then he slid two fingers inside her.
A sharp, loud—but soft—moan followed:
"Aaaahhhh..."
Starting loud, fading slowly.
Looking at her face, he saw an expression of complete submission—ready to receive whatever experience he was about to give.
He pressed gently on her lower abdomen while his fingers curled upward, stroking her rhythmically:
In and out.
In and out.
In and out.
The motion created a squishing sound, rhythmic and steady.
Her mouth couldn't hide how good it felt.
The moans she'd tried to suppress began to escape in full:
"Ahhh—ahhh… ahhh—ahhh…"
Her eyes rolled back. Her body shook.
Then he went down—his hand still on her breast, his tongue flicking her clitoris.
Soon, her body tensed.
Her cheeks turned red.
Her lower abdomen and thighs contracted.
Her legs wrapped around his head.
She arched her back—
And with one intense wave, she released, her body trembling.
Levi felt a sense of satisfaction as he looked at her—warm, breathless, radiant.
Havana lay half-conscious, worn out, her body resting softly against his.