Her lips slowly curved into a smile when she remembered how he had made love to her all night. She stirred, her hands reached out patting the space beside her. She felt nothing, she jolted with a start. Her eyes frantically scanned the whole room and then she saw him. He was sitting on a chair, a table before him, there was a wide sheet in front of him. She saw him dip a brush into a bowl of paint. When he looked up at her, his ever-present smirk was on his face. “Good morning my love” he said in the most alluring voice.
“Good morning” her voice was barely above a whisper. She bent her head in a bid to escape his intense gaze.
He lightly chuckled. “How did you sleep?” he skilfully applied the paint on the paper.
She cleared her throat. “Well, I guess and you?”
“Just well?” he asked
