“SARA’S POV”

I’m here in his tub enjoying this warm bath while thinking about the girl in the picture. I am sure that it is one of his girls but he said he was never attached to them and why is she on one of his frames? Maybe I should just let this go and not bombard him with questions. I don’t want to spoil the night.

I was surprised by his knock on the bathroom door

“What do you want to eat? I’ll order something up”

“Pizza would be nice”

“Peperoni?”

“No, all cheese”

“What the—that’s boring. I’m gonna order some all meat”

“Then why did you even ask me?” I rolled my eyes

I can almost sense his smirk at the moment. I changed into his clothes and blow dried my hair. When I came out, and looked for him, he was on the kitchen with his back turned to me and preparing some stuffs

“What are you doin?”

“Just preparing some beer and some ice---Damn! You look nice in my clothes”

He looked at me up and down which makes me a little conscious

“why are you looking at me like that?”

He started picking me up and placing me on the kitchen counter. He pulled me closer and settled between my legs so I was taller than him. He slide his hand on my neck and gripped on t, his other hand on my thigh. I am looking at him and he is biting hip lip while looking at mine. It was the hottest thing I have ever seen. His hunger is just so evident and I know, getting under him tonight is inevitable.

He is kissing me like I’m his oxygen…like I am the only one he needs to breathe. He is pulling and pulling me closer and I lifted his shirt up and by that time, we both know where this is heading. His hands traveled up to me waist then to my sides. He then slides his hand on my and squeezed it making me moan in pleasure. I break away and looked at him

“I think that’s the pizza guy”

“We ordered pizza?”

I laughed and rested my forehead to his

“go get it”

“damn!”

“now, go”

I went down the kitchen counter and opened the television in his living room while he settles the payment.  He placed the box down and gave me some beer. I looked at him and he looked at me weirdly. Gosh, I know that look

“you’re creeping me out”

“I just—I