Anya slowly opened her eyes, feeling a smile light up her face. I wanted to dance, laugh, sing. Sitting up, she covered her breasts with a sheet, looking around.

Marcus's bedroom was very beautiful: bright, airy, with a breathtaking view of Hyde Park. Anya leaned back again and laughed happily, burying her nose in the pillow on which he slept, inhaling the tart aroma of her beloved man and reveling in the feeling of calmness and joy.

She had learned a lot in the past two days. First of all, what happens between them is some kind of explosive mixture that can explode so much that they may never pick...