Late afternoon light filled the cottage when the four of them finally left the bedroom. The sheets were ruined. The air still smelled of sex, cum, and the sharp edge of pee. No one bothered with real clothes. Neha pulled on the same loose shirt as before, leaving it open so her full boobs stayed bare. Meera wore only Vikram’s shirt, unbuttoned. Arjun and Vikram stayed in track pants that hung low on their hips.

They moved to the living room. Arjun rebuilt the fire until the flames rose high and threw warm light across the wooden floor. Outside the hills were quiet under the clear sky. Inside the heat between them never really cooled.