The morning sun filtered through the jagged peaks, casting golden hues across the rugged terrain. Jade stirred, his body cocooned in warmth, wrapped in the captain's cloak neatly. As he blinked away the haze of sleep, he realized he was fully dressed underneath, and his skin was already clean.
He yawned as he sat up straight, looking around. But Claude was nowhere to be found. He frowned. Disappointment flashed in his eyes. His body was surprisingly light, which means he rested well despite that night workout.
Well, only their hands were used, and looking back, Jade was relieved that they didn't go all the way. Doing that inside a cave was too risky, and what if one of the members discovered them? Imagine the shame, the awkwardness.
"He probably went back to the camp," he murmured. He cleared his throat, feeling uncomfortable from the dryness, or was it strained because of all that moaning?
