Her orgasm has a direct line to my balls, and the second her body goes lax, I pull my hand from between her legs and slip free, drenched in her cum. I stroke hard and fast, then smother a groan when my cock pulses in my fist. The first rope of cum decorates her ass. She whimpers into my palm while I paint the backs of her thighs with the rest. I was right about how incredible she’d look. I come harder watching my release drip down her skin than when I fuck anyone else.

When I have nothing left, my hand falls from her mouth. Our labored breaths quietly fill the bunk, but we’re the only sound. No talking. No walking. No audible signs of assholes anywhere to be found.

“Fuck,” I grunt, crashing my forehead onto her shoulder.

I only stay there a second. I grasp the side of Remi’s face, pulling her around, and kiss her. She tangles her fingers in my hair on a sigh, and my tongue finds hers as she lures me down, down, down. It stays hard and slow, hot and sweet.

Drawing back, I tuck my still semi-hard dick away and snag my shirt. I have to force myself to wipe the streaks of cum off my canvas.

New obsession unlocked.

After I toss it down, she rolls to her back, propping on her elbows. I crawl over her to get out but pause, hovering above her, and I lower my head so my nose touches to hers. “See how chivalrous I am? I ruined perfectly good art.”

She doesn’t risk talking yet but smiles. I kiss it before ducking through the curtain. I draw the other one to the side with the back of my hand, verifying the bus is empty.

“We won hide-and-seek.”

“Reigning champs,” she replies.

When I peel back the bunk’s curtain, she’s sprawled on my bed with a kick at the corner of her mouth. I look down at her. Her face flushed, hair covering my pillow, meadowy eyes more sated than sad. I keep looking but can’t see a difference between her and my Remi. I can’t feel the difference either.

It’s been overwhelming, to say the least, ripping between needing more of what I’ve missed and despising reminders of how I lost it. But staying on one side is somehow worse.

And it fucks with me. It really fucks with me.

I swallow, blinking out of a goddamn trance. “I need to go before anyone else traps us in here.”

Remi sits up, swinging her legs out of the bunk as I grab a clean shirt. Hers landed at the end of the bed earlier, and she reaches for it.

“You’re good?” I ask, pulling mine on.

A close-lipped smile flashes at me. “Yeah.”