Nandi’s POV
I turn in the bed only to realize I am alone in it.
I open my eyes and find Wiza is not in bed with me. Sadness washes over me before a smile spreads across my face when I remember how amazing last night was. I sit up and pick Wiza’s T-shirt off the floor which I slip on. Looking at myself in his t-shirt makes me smile even wider.
I walk to the bathroom and wash my face at the sink. My hair in the mirror reflection right above the sink is a mess. But I can get that sorted later if I plan on not getting it wet again. I cannot ignore the pleasant aroma coming from the kitchen. I walk out of the bathroom after brushing my teeth clean and wiping my face with a dry towel.
I like my view from where I am standing.
Wiza’s back is facing me, with only boxers on I start drooling o
