Daciana's pov
While I got dressed Arnou went to make us some coffee, despite it being noon. My body ached but in a good way. I grabbed his black t-shirt he wore yesterday and put it on. I brought the fabric to my nose and inhaled hisbcologne. I needed to know what cologne he used because damn it smelt good.
Seeing no reason to wear pants with his shirt coming down to my thighs I left my room. The smell of coffee hit my nose making me pick up my pace to the kitchen.
Walking through the little archway I passed mid-step. Standing there at the stove clad in only his boxers was Arnou. His back was facing me and with each move of his arms his back muscles rippled. The sight almost made me moan out loud. And add on the tattoos he was so f*****g hot.
I bit my lip noticing some red scratches go
