Song Recommendation: Be Happy by Kranium
The next morning.
Delia yawned loudly, kicking her legs randomly under the blanket. She licked her dry lips, slowly turning the other side—away from the bright morning sun driving through the window.
She lazily opened her eyes.
Damien stood in front of the dressing table, applying his body lotion. He had on only a pair of tight boxer, having his hair still messy and uncombed.
Delia immediately lifted her eyes from his pelvic area in order to prevent temptation—but her eyes only fell into a deeper trap. They widened at the sight of his stunning body structure.
So bodies like that weren't just photoshopped. Interesting, she grinned.
"Just when I thought Yoruba pepper was hot", she mumbled, trailing her eyes slowly at his hard looking curves. Her lips unconsciously gapped, letting her startled eyes prickle down from his shoulders, chest, abs, waist then slowly to...
