Laera dragged her soft feet towards the kitchen where the delicious aroma was coming from. She was clothed in his white shirt, with the two upper buttons undone, while the shirt barely covered her thigh.

She could feel her butt swaying in the shirt as she walked to see Oliver in an apron.

“ Hey,” her tiny voice cooed.

“ Good morning, princess,” he greeted, his face beaming with smiles.

“ Good morning,” she muttered, glancing at him from head to toe.

He was in a jogger and a white T-shirt, his hair was a little bit messy making him look even hotter. Her eyes trailed over his arms popping...