Zenovia

I had just opened the door when someone rapped it one evening, and I gasped when I saw Maksimillian. He did not even had a luggage with him. Anyway, he still had his clothes and underwear in my closet, as well as his toothbrush and whatnots in my washroom.

He stepped inside unceremoniously and took me into his warm and tight embrace, kissing me full on the lips. He kicked the door close and locked it, without letting me go, and I put my arms around his neck.

“Hi,” we both greeted each other simultaneously after the passionate kiss, with a smile, looking into each other’s eyes. His scent...