A few hours later and it was already dawn...
Devile spent the greater part of his time on his bed reminiscing on the risque things he did with Mira the night before. As he lay on his bed with his hands behind his head, he looked up at the ceiling and started to reimagine things -- even the ones that didn't happen, he imagined them all. Though he was all alone in his room, he could still feel her touch, he could still hear her soft moans, her tiny breaths depicting pleasure and want, and yes, he could still remember how pleasant her naked body was to the eyes.
Get ready y'all, the story is going to take a different turn from here. Even I don't know what it is yet... fingers crossed.