Light streamed through the window, catching on her beautiful hair and making it glow a fiery orange. She was wrapped in my arms, peacefully sleeping after what had transpired between us. Looking down at her, I wondered if she was dreaming, if she was thinking about what I did to her.
Sighing a sigh of content, I slipped out of bed making sure I wouldn’t wake her. Hastily pulling on some pants, I went downstairs to make us both coffee. We were going to need it.
Walking into the kitchen I froze. “Alejandro what the f**k? Privacy please!” Isabelle had her skirt hiked up on the counter as Madeline’s friend had his head between her legs.
“It’s my kitchen,” I muttered, walking around them to make my wife coffee and breakfast.
Sighing, Isabelle pushed Maverick’s head away and hastily push
