Maksimillian

Zenovia turned her head to look at me sternly. “Just because!”

I let out my breath slowly. “Honestly, I’m overwhelmed and feel honoured that I’m your first, Zenovia.”

She froze and was unable to say anything. I had no idea why. But hadn’t she any idea about it or was she processing this in her mind at the moment? I wanted to read her mind, so badly. But it was impossible, of course.

“Why do you need to know?” she asked finally, after I helped her out of the tub.

I dabbed her body with a huge white towel. As much as I wanted to gawk at her naked...