Olivia's POV
I groaned and stretched myself on the bed. I rolled to the side and noticed the large space on the bed. André was missing.
I rubbed my eyes in alarm and smoothed his side of the bed with my hands. I found myself biting my lower lip as I remembered our night of sublime lovemaking.
I couldn't remember the last time that I had felt that way with him.
I rolled over, and I could still feel my p***y tingling from the night of passion. I craved him all of a sudden.
"Where is he...?"
The bathroom door creaked open, and he stepped out. He looked just as handsome as the night before—maybe even more.
I never thought there would be a time to envy water.
The droplets slid off his muscular torso and wet the floor. He was in boxers, but I could still make out his outline.
“f**k! No
