Bianca

There was another surprise for me the next morning.

St Just had spent the night with me and when I came awake, it was to the aroma of bacon and eggs sizzling on the pan.

I peered into the kitchen, wearing my towel as I rushed over after a quick shower. And I was startled to see St Just at the stove, preparing breakfast like he did it every day. I was fresh from the shower and went up to him, winding my arms around his waist and kissing his back.

The fresh smell of his body made me thrill. St Just was only clad in a Pir of...