ROXANNE'S P.O.V.
I looked up to Florian, my lips slightly parting. We were lying in the bath, his right hand securely wrapped around me, his fingers gently running up and down my stomach.
He had a glass of wine in his left hand, and his eyes were focused on the sink far away from us. More precisely, the phone he had left there before running the bath.
"Are you waiting for a call?" I asked, and he turned to me, his perfect smile lighting up his entire face.
He dropped the glass of wine and leaned to me, so both his hands were now wrapped tight around me, his face coming to rest on my shoulder.
"Kind of."
I smiled, leaning up to push my fingers into his hair. "Well, I am jealous of this call."
He laughed, holding me even tighter. "Cause I am waiting for it?"
"Cause it has you lookin
