• • • • Emile’s POV • • •

We are seated on the couch found in the living room watching tv in each other's arms. I'm wearing his t-shirt on my bare skin gently caresses my hair, slowly moving down to my neck with his eyes fixed on his phone while mine is on the tv.

I suddenly feel his hand on my breast slowly unbuttoning the shirt until his cold hands reaches my soft and warm breast. This gives me a cold chill down my spine and above all I love his gentle touch.

“Who are you chatting with?” I wonder aloud giving a soft gasp, his touch...