Isla Kalashnikov (P.O.V.)
“Wow, my hair feels so soft and fluffy. Come feel it. Feel it!” Alessandro said excitedly for like the fifth time as he grabs my hand and pulls it so that he can place it on his head.
I rolled my eyes again and glared at him.
“Yes! I know your hair is soft, I was the one to wash it.” I snapped at him, and he looked at me and pouted.
“You yelled at me.” He said in a baby voice.
He looks so adorable.
“And I will do it again, now behave.” I retorted and laid down on the bed.
We had just gotten out of the shower and were both in our robes. I am completely nude under my robe, whereas Alessandro was forced to put on a pair of boxers because his junk kept randomly getting hard and poking through the opening of the robe. He claimed that it kept happening only be
