Drowning Together

Arturo woke up with a stabbing headache.

“Damn…” Arturo groaned as he massaged his temple.

His eyes slowly glanced around the room which looked familiar.

Soft curtains, lavender scent, warmth.

He blinked hard, as he slowly recalled what happened the previous night, the scene he displayed in front of Chiara.

His shirt was half off, his jacket on the floor, and… his shoes were missing.

He dragged a