CRISTOF POV
It’s night when we finally managed to be at the packhouse.
Aya seems much better also if she refuses to speak about what has happened before, I do hope she could at least manage to let me do what I was born for.
Like every night during this week we get to take a shower, she loves to play with the water, and I love to take her all in and feel her bare skin under my fingertips.
She put on a pair of panties and one of my t-shirt, the sight of her wearing something mine turn me on incredibly, I’m laid on bed looking at her moving in the room, packing something for our travel, I know that we do not really need too much so she is packing just the basics.
After a while she come to lay behind me and kissing me softly she intertwined her fingers and legs with mine.
“Cris I do not
