"Good morning," Laiden smiled at me walking out of his bathroom. I lied on his bed, wrapped in his soft sheets. The sun was out and it was a clear breathing day. Laiden looked especially good. The lower part of his body was wrapped in a white, egyptian cotton towel, while the upper part was bare with spaced water droplets. His hair was fluffy and damp. He looked beautiful. I wanted to jump him right then and there.
"Dzien dobry," I smiled at him saying 'good morning' in Polish.
"Whatever," He said and ripped his towel off and threw it in my face. I was dumbstruck.
"Nasty!" I exclaimed. By the time I had finished my spazzing and removal of the towel he had a pair of jeans on.
"I am German," He informed me, sitting on the side of the bed.
"Don't worry," I wrapped my arms around him fro
