Armaan was pretty regretful about it too, because he had been enjoying just holding Freddie close. But the water was cooling, and it wouldn't do to catch cold. "We should," he agreed. "But I definitely want to do this again. It was so nice."
The pair of the vacated the bath, and moved to the bedroom. It was pretty easy to move on to love making, considering they were both already naked, save for the fluffy towels. Then they fell into a satisfied and exhausted sleep, tangled up together, holding each other close.
And when Armaan woke up, Freddie was beside him, but his skin had long gone cold. Armaan jumped out of the bed to flick the light on, and Freddie remained still, his eyes open and staring. He was clearly dead, and Armaan let out a wail of misery. "No no no no," he panicked, leaning over the body of his love. "Freddie, wake up!" he begged the man he loved, "please, god, please! You can't die! Wake up!"
Armaan had no way of knowing it was a nightmare, or that he had started thrashing and whimpering in his sleep.