Call Clara to thank her for setting up the hotel and tell her how your relationship with David is progressing. Give her a complete "play by play" of last night and teasingly ask if she and Ryan had any "fun"

Still breathless from your impromptu wall session with David, you grab your phone while he heads to the bathroom to clean up. The checkout deadline has passed, but a quick call to the front desk bought you an extra thirty minutes to gather your things.

You dial Clara's number, tucking yourself into the armchair by the window overlooking Brighton Pier. David emerges from the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, his hair still damp as he begins packing.

Clara answers on the third ring, her voice bright. "Mia! I was just thinking about you. How's Brighton treating you?"

"That's why I'm calling," you say, twirling a strand of copper hair around one emerald-tipped finger. "I wanted to thank you for setting up the hotel. This place is gorgeous."

"Sophie came through, didn't she? I told you having a sister in hospitality has its perks."

David catches your eye from across the room, a knowing smile playing on his lips as he deliberately drops his towel before reaching for his clothes. You swallow hard, momentarily distracted by the view.

"You still there?" Clara asks.

"Sorry, just... distracted," you say with a giggle. "Actually, I called to give you an update on how things are going with David."

"Ooh, do tell! Your Instagram post this morning was quite... suggestive."

"Well, that was just the beginning," you lower your voice, though David can clearly still hear you. "Last night was incredible. We had dinner at The Salt Room and then came back here where he surprised me with this beautiful emerald bracelet."

"No way! That's so romantic!"

"And then," you continue, watching David's reaction as you speak, "we made use of that enormous rainfall shower. He picked me up like I weighed nothing, pressed me against the tile wall, and—"

"Details, girl! I need details!" Clara demands, her voice nearly a squeal.

You laugh, warming to your role as storyteller. "His hands were everywhere, Clara. And that's not even counting what he can do with his mouth. I came twice before we even made it to the bed."

David has stopped pretending to pack now, his eyes fixed on you, darkening with renewed desire.

"And then this morning," you continue, holding David's gaze, "I woke him up with my mouth around his cock, and he was so hard I could barely—"

"Jesus, Mia!" Clara interrupts with a laugh. "I wasn't expecting the full play-by-play!"

"You said you wanted details," you tease, watching David approach you slowly, still gloriously naked. "Anyway, enough about me. What about you and Ryan? Any fun last night?"

Clara hesitates just long enough to be telling. "Well, we might have celebrated getting home early with a bottle of wine..."

"And?"

"And his tie might have ended up serving an alternative purpose," she admits, her voice dropping to a whisper.

You're about to press for more details when David kneels before your chair, pushing your knees apart. His intentions are crystal clear.

"I should probably go," you say quickly. "We've got checkout in fifteen minutes and, um, I still need to pack."

"Sure you do," Clara laughs knowingly. "Call me when you're back in London. We should double date soon."

"Definitely," you agree, ending the call just as David's mouth makes contact with your inner thigh.

"Giving away all our secrets?" he murmurs against your skin.

"Not all of them," you reply, sinking your fingers into his hair. "Some things are just for us."

12:45 | Tuesday 5 August 2025 | The Sandcastle Hotel, Brighton