Mathieu’s POV
The warmth of the fire danced across the walls, casting restless shadows. Priscilla stepped out of the bathroom, her skin still damp, wrapped in black lingerie that clung to every curve. I wore only a pair of boxers, and yet I felt completely exposed before her.
She settled against me, her back sliding along my chest.
The scent of her bath mingled with the aroma of the pizza I had just ordered.
I handed her a slice, our fingers brushing. She bit into the crust, then fed me in return, and I devoured the piece as if it were her.
“Thank you for being here,” she whispered, her voice soft but vibrating with emotion.
I tightened my arm around her waist.
“Don’t thank me, my love. I live for moments like this.”
Her eyes gleamed in the flickering light. She laughed gently, and
