DIMITRI

I kissed Sloane on her mouth, and it was tender, soft, and very insane of me.

But was I really to blame?

She was a walking contradiction, wrapped in nothing but a simple towel. As she slept, I could take my eyes off her. I kept gazing at her face, for hours.

I didn’t know how much time had passed until the clock struck the second time, telling me it’s been two whole hours.

I had lost myself in her beauty and forgot everything else. Yet, it wasn’t boring. If asked, I’d ...