Florian slowly leaned away from me, and I opened my eyes to him. He had a small smile, his thumb running on my thighs, his eyes holding mine.
I bit down on my lips, taking in the rest of his taste that lingered on me, savouring every last big of him like there wasn't so much more of him remaining.
He gently ran his hand down my hair, smoothening it with his fingers, like I was some delicate doll he absolutely had to take care of.
"I almost forgot that I brought dinner," I said, laughing at myself. But I couldn't be blamed. Florian could make any woman forget not just dinner but will. Purpose. Independence.
"I wanted to cook for you. Well, I was hoping you would come back to dinner, but since you won't be coming home, I decided to bring dinner to you."
He nodded slowly, then slowly le
