Mariam's POV
I remained on Anthony's body for a few more minutes while he embraced me, his arms caressing my back and occasionally descending to my rear. I nestled on his broad chest, kissing him every so often, feeling his skin against mine, the water in the bathtub cooling, but not our desire, which seemed to spark up at moments. There would be time later to repeat that delightful act because, although I knew that if it were up to him, he would take me again, I was starting to feel not only a slight pain from my first time but also the exhaustion from another hectic and unforgettable day.
"I'm already sleepy," I said like a spoiled little girl when there was no trace left of the steam that had covered the bathroom. Gently, Anthony got up, wrapped me in a large towel, and laid me on the
