The infinite chapter.

They haven't known each other for more than two revolutions around
the clock. The connection he felt between the both of them added fuel
to his burning desire to see her right there and then. Perhaps telepathy
had her at the receiving end of their mind connection. Perhaps it was lady
luck smiling at Loed, sympathising with his pleas. He answered a call with
a beam of delight, glad to hear her voice at the receiving end of the phone.
He shrunk to a bundle of nerves. Behind his intriguing brown eyes were
flashes of the first encounter they had early that afternoon. It didn't help
that her voice was like a melody. So soft that it blended into the background
surrounding his thoughts, but so loud that it was drowning her words. It
took him everything to pull his attention back to their ongoing conversation
over the phone.

Despite having the night drifting into ungodly hours of the morning, he packed his bag, lugged his guitar, and headed for the door. He embraced her invitation, excited yet uncertain. He didn't know what to expect at all. Sex surfaced into his mind, but vanished almost instantly. He was well aware of the upbringing he received, and more than that, he trusted her enough. Guilt bit on his conscience. That second of his amorous sexual thought was an insult to her.

Bathed and smelling fresh, she put on a little pair of grey shorts and an
oversized white sweatshirt. Strangely but surely, her pyjamas outfit
accentuated her curves perfectly. The door bell sounded before she could
even tidy her tresses. When the door opened, it was like the curtains
were drawn, with a picturesque sunrise right behind it. It wasn't her body
he was staring at. It was her brown eyes he was admiring. He got lost in those alluring eyes of hers. Time seemed to have froze. Breathing seemed
to have felt unnatural.

Her bedroom was relatively huge, beautifully furnished, and seemingly surreal. He placed his belongings right by the bed and took in the finer details of the room. She made herself comfortable on her favourite side of the bed. Pulling out his guitar, he accompanied her on the bed. He sang as he strummed, serenading Tyn with such a lovely song.

With vibrations indicating an incoming text, she reached out for her phone to
read it. Marc arrived at the hotel, just about to turn in for the night. She
loves her boyfriend so very much. Nothing was like it.

He kissed her goodnight, relishing the moment they shared. They faced one
another, taking in the breaths they exhaled. Exhaustion kicked in, and they
gradually slipped into slumber.

Sun rays penetrated through the curtains, warming the room up with
the usual blissfulness. She woke up only to realise that he wasn't by her side.