Chapter 11

Our final day at the retreat came sooner than we expected.

We had arrived here sluggish, clutching each other's hands like we might get separated if we let go. I remembered our awkward laughs and the way we looked around, as if everyone else already belonged and we were imposters who had somehow slipped in unnoticed. Now it felt absurd to think of us that way. The two of us had been completely pulled apart and put back together in a way that felt better than anything we had known before.

For now, we stayed in. Our villa's little bar was stocked, and we poured glasses for ourselves while the sun soothed the world outside. I sat on a stool, watching him. Mandla looked relaxed, but I detected that same spark in his eyes I had been noticing all weekend.

"This whole weekend has been insane," he said finally. "I can't believe how much I've enjoyed every second of this. I didn't even know I had this much sexual energy left in me."

I smiled. "Me neither. I keep thinking back to that first night and how nervous we were. If you'd told me then what we'd end up doing, I wouldn't have believed it."

"The way you throw yourself into it, Thandi, and the way you let me watch, still gets me hard. It's made me love you even more, which sounds crazy because I didn't think I could love you any more than I already did."

"Really?"

"Yes. Every time you take another cock inside you, I get butterflies in my stomach. You look even more beautiful when you're getting fucked, Thandi."