[Irene’s POV]
I felt an arm wrapped around my waist.
“So my wife finally woke up, huh?” A man whispered in my ear, followed by a kiss that made me squirm in his embrace.
I turned around, burying my face in his chest. I felt like I had woken up from an endless dream which I couldn’t remember anymore, but then I stopped thinking about it because I didn’t feel the need to remember it either.
I was just happy.
His scent was nostalgic and erogenous. As if I had drowned the entire night drunk on that scent, in that body, in those perfectly chiselled muscles, that firm grip and the broad chest. His perfectly carved abs and his leg between my legs teasing me.
“Stop it…” I moaned against his chest with a light giggle.
I realised we were both naked under the sheets.
“Oh really, last night
