Samuel’s P.O.V
As I showered in the morning following our steamy night.
The fresh memories replayed themselves in my head.
The softness of Rosy’s skin.
The warmth of her tender flesh.
The moistness of her lips.
The passion that she had met me with, all night long.
All the way to how I couldn’t get tired of holding her in my arms too.
“Missing me?” Her arms hugged me from behind as she stepped under the warm spray of water.
“Guilty as charged,” I chuckled.
And instantly sucked my breath in when I felt her small delicate hands roaming all over my chest.
“Good thing I’m here then,” she seductively whispered. Sending shivers up my spine.
“To tempt me even more?” My voice had gotten raspy.
Something about her tipped me off in a way that made me struggle to keep composed.
