Zenovia

Maksimillian started kissing me as his arms went around my waist while we were entering my apartment.

It was already around nine in the evening, after we had dinner out. After the flight, we went straight to my apartment to deposit our luggage, as he wanted to stay with me instead of checking in to a hotel, where he could be more comfortable—in my opinion.

But there was no stopping him. He said it’d be better, and he preferred to be with me, since that was the essence of his stay in Iași. I just rolled my eyes then.

I moaned softly as I kissed him back. He nibbled...