Rina, why are you not sleeping? - Brandon's soft voice makes me shudder, I didn't even notice that he came out of the bathroom.

“I… I’m sleeping,” I swallow, forcefully forcing myself to look away from the door, and scold my violent fantasy for playing out so badly.

I look at the man and my mouth opens slightly when, as if spellbound, I examine his naked torso, so embossed, as if fashioned by the hand of a talented sculptor, broad shoulders and chest with dark beads of nipples, along which drops of water from not completely dried dark hair. I caress this perfect body with my eyes, descending lower and...