I finished dressing up just as Nikolai emerged from the bathroom, a robe around him. He still looked a little tired, and luckily for him, I had picked out a pair of clothes for him.
"I did all that," I announced, showing him the clothes I had carefully arranged on the bed.
He broke into a smile, his eyes taking in my ensemble. It was a black pair of shorts and a black short sleeved shirt, both velvety and both, with no doubt, the perfect fit for him.
He wasn't very tanned, and the contrast of black against his skin was always so perfect.
He seemed pleased with my choice as he kissed my forehead, then turned to his clothes, a smile resting seductively in his eyes.
I let him change, and he slowly did, taking a bit of my sunscreen. Breakfast was laid out, and I was beginning to think we
