DAMIEN AND ASTRID TALK-E

Astrid stretched her back like a cat, cracking her hands high up and flexing her back. She moved away from the bed, glancing at Ace Wagner who laid on his back, strong muscles, exposed for her to admire. Admire she did, tracing her fingers over his tout skin, before she smiled, leaving him to go the washroom for a quick shower.

The hot water provided much-needed clarity, and she wallowed in it. She picked up another one of his lingerie, a decent one with no lace, taking his shirt, putting it over herself. She inhaled the musky spicy cinnamon smell of Ace in his shirt, hugging it, swooning over it.

Her feet and stomach carried her out of the room towards the smell of food being cooked in the kitchen. She smacked her dry lips, being careful to walk down the staircase.

`Damien?', she did not expect him to cook at all. Astrid thought it was a helper or a cook doing the cooking.

`Shocked?',