Tasting Lasair's Bride

Milan took in a deep breath as the man came to look for him. Melba had gone away, and she might not be back for a while. After all, she would give this bride some time to himself after what she reminded him. It didn’t help that Milan was not suited in his bride's robes.

The bride crawled inside his cloth chamber and extinguished the candle from inside the chamber. He then scoured the baskets there for anything he could use to cover his body. Sweat had already soaked through his white t-shirt, and his legs were only clad in his thin cycling shorts. When he got a thick coat to make himself feel cozy, he quickly wore it.

Rustle. Milan flinched when he heard the cloth curtain shift behind him. When he turned, he saw how Andrew jumped at him. Bang! They fell to the ground with so much force that Milan cried out from the pain. He felt how Andrew pinned down his head, and Milan tried to kick back.