MASHA
Ivan and I hadn’t eaten much since breakfast. Or rather, since our breakfast was cut short by… other activities. He had woken me up with his tongue between my legs, and after we took a shower and joined everyone downstairs, he kept touching me and we had to excuse ourselves early.
Something I felt guilty about, but this man’s mouth had a way of making you forget who you are much less any other thoughts.
But now as we lay in bed wrapped in each other's arms, my stomach protested with a loud growl. Ivan caught it immediately and he chuckled.
“Someone didn’t get enough breakfast this morning,” he teased.
“And guess whose fault this is?” I shot back, raising an eyebrow.
He laughed and planted a kiss on my lips before saying, “Let’s go out for lunch.”
“Are you asking me out on a
