He came to me all wet and steamy, not caring that I had not bathed. How fresh, how clean the scent from skin and hair. I could not get my fill and sniffed his body top to toe like a dog greeting one of its own kind. He cradled me in his arms, his fingers delving deeper and I did not object. His lips mouthed words silent, selfish, indulgent, sweet. Exhausted, we slept even though it was still daylight.
I awoke to smells of food and through my hazy vision I saw him clatter plates and bowls down upon the dining table. Noticed it was set for one more. Suspected he was up to something.
Adam made sure I looked my best. Choosing where I sat, and arranged me like an exotic flower upon the black leather settee. I acquiesced, flattered. I knew by his lascivious grin that I glowed in the dimness of the evening sun. I think I slept again.
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