Room dimly lit and peacefully humming in this 5-star hotel. I fastened the last button on my shirt, catching my reflection in the mirror—hair messy, eyes a little heavy from exhaustion, but still holding a mischievous smile. Behind me, a snorting sound broke the silence.
John, Mia, Lisa, and Tasha lay naked sprawled across the king-sized bed, tangled limbs draped over each other. John's face was buried in Lisa's boobs, his mouth slightly open as he snored softly. Tasha was curled near John's legs on the side of the bed, dangerously close to his groin, her arm slung over Mia, whose half-body rested on John's back. They looked like a pile of sleepy puppies, exhausted and entirely vulnerable.
They snorted again, the sound echoing off the elegant walls, and I couldn't help but chuckle. "Bunch of kids..." I whispered, shaking my head.
