Evening settled over the hills outside the cottage. The last light of day faded from the windows. Inside, the fire burned steady again. The four of them had cleaned the worst of the earlier mess from their skin, but no one had put on clothes that covered much. Neha’s shirt hung open. Her full boobs moved freely with every breath. Meera wore nothing but one of the men’s shirts, pushed off one shoulder. Arjun and Vikram stayed bare from the waist up, track pants low on their hips.

They sat close on the rug in front of the fire. Soft light touched bare skin. The air still carried the heavy smell of sex that never left the cottage now.