I got up from the bed, muscles loose and heavy from the night. I grabbed my boxers from the floor, slipped them on, and left the room quietly, leaving Delilah and Minne to shower together—their soft giggles and the sound of water starting as I closed the door.
I headed to the kitchen, opened the fridge, and pulled out a cold beer. The cap hissed off, and I took a long swig, the bitter chill cutting through the lingering heat in my body.
I walked to the dining table, lit a cigarette from the pack sitting there, and sat down naked except the boxers, beer in one hand, smoke in the other. The storm raged outside the balcony doors—rain lashing the glass, thunder rumbling low, lightning flashing across the city skyline. Not as bad as that roof-shaking monster from before, but wild enough.
Jasmine emerged from one of the bathrooms, fully naked, skin still damp, hair loose. She spotted me, waved with a grin, and blew a kiss.
