Chapter 30.1
Caine
WHEN Nass was out of my sight when she descended the stairs, I got into my room and smiled when I smelled her perfume. I noticed that my room had changed a bit from the new bed sheets and curtains. I only shake my head at the sight of these new human-size stuffed toys that occupy almost half the space of my king-sized bed. The theme was very light, so appealing to the eyes. I hate colors; that is the truth. I love plain complementing shades like pure white or black. But she’s Nass and there’s no way I could change or even disagree with this. I wonder what she did to her room. Did she do any or was it just my room and my office?
I smiled.
I undressed myself when I was already in front of the mirror and I stared at my own reflection, and to my vivid erection. Tonight,
