HAZEL'S POV
Zander and I spent the whole morning and most of the afternoon in bed. He had the chef serve us brunch in his room. I learnt that he was a closeted romantic. He had a secret collection of romance novels, that nobody knew about... well except for me.
I was sticky from all the times Zander made me c*m, was it 5 or maybe 6 times? s**t, I lost count. I literally passed out from exhaustion, only to wake up an hour later by Zander's tongue. Oh God, please help me.
I watched as he shifted, he dozed off a few minutes ago. His hair was dishevelled and his skin had a beautiful glow that wasn't there a few days ago. I felt my p***y twitch as I admired the gorgeous man before me.
I used my fingers and I traced them over his steel hard muscles and his body responded by producing tiny
