In fact, Tilda didn’t have many ex-boyfriends. Some relationships ended before they could progress further.
Most of her experiences were from watching adult films. Actual encounters had been few and far between.
But tonight, she felt like she was going to die in bed!
After finally finishing, she checked her phone, drenched in sweat. It was already three in the morning. If she didn’t go to sleep now, there would be no point in getting up tomorrow!
Tilda glanced at Johnny, who was smoking by the floor-to-ceiling window with only a towel wrapped around his waist. He didn’t seem tired at all.
Perhaps sensing her gaze, Johnny looked over, his narrow eyes narrowing even more. He extinguished his cigarette and walked towards her.
“Still have energy?”
“Get lost.” Tilda turned over, intending to get out of bed and take a shower before going back to her own room to sleep.
She had actually considered just sleeping here, but then she remembered that this was Johnny’s room. It wouldn’t be appropriate for him to think that she was clinging to him.
However, Johnny followed her with a smug smile. “Shall I accompany you in the shower?”
“No need!”
“Tsk, don’t you still have plenty of energy?” Johnny stood outside the bathroom door, touching his nose and chuckling.
He turned around and grabbed his phone. For some reason, he took a picture of the messy bed and seemed to consider posting it on his social media.
But then he changed his mind and didn’t post it.
When Tilda walked out wearing a bathrobe, she saw Johnny leaning against the bed, scrolling through his social media feeds. The faint glow of the screen illuminated his face, sometimes bright and sometimes dim, highlighting his exquisite features with a hint of unruliness.
She didn’t pay much attention to that handsome face. After all, it wasn’t hers.
“I’ll wear your bathrobe back and give you mine tomorrow.”
When Tilda spoke up, Johnny put down his phone.
“You’re leaving?”
“What else?”
Johnny frowned slightly. “Just sleep here. Our beds are the same.”
“They’re not.” Tilda’s face turned cold, losing the flush of passion from earlier.
Johnny clicked his tongue and got up. “How are they different?”
“My bed doesn’t have you.”
Tilda didn’t want to talk to him anymore. She was tired and sleepy and had no mood for arguing.
She bent down to pick up her clothes and prepared to leave.
Impatiently, Johnny grabbed her arm. “What’s wrong with you? Why are you causing a fuss? Haven’t I taken care of you well enough?”
“No, there’s nothing wrong. You’ve taken care of me very well. So well that I feel like I’m dying.”
“Then why do you want to leave?”
Johnny completely forgot about how he used to force girls to leave after they were done! He looked completely bewildered.
Tilda had no choice but to come up with an excuse. “I’m not used to sleeping with someone else.”
“So after you had sex with your ex-boyfriend, did you also leave?”
“Do you have any right to ask?” Why did he ask so many questions?
Johnny was tired and didn’t want to argue with her anymore.
He irritably ran his hand through his hair which hadn’t dried yet. “Fine, go back to sleep then. Call me when you wake up.”
Tilda ignored whatever he said and opened the door to leave.
However, Johnny grabbed her wrist.
“Wait! I just realized… I don’t have your number, and you don’t have mine.”
“That’s right.” Tilda nodded as if it were obvious.
So everything he said earlier was just nonsense.
Johnny turned around to get his phone and handed it to her. “Enter your number so I can save it.”