Nila
Waking up to an arm flung across her belly and a leg tangling with hers was the strangest and yet most pleasant experience for Nila. She turned to look at the man sleeping next to her. His long golden brown lashes sweep over his chiseled cheeks. His thick wavy hair flopped over his forehead. His sculpted lips are parted slightly as he breathed in and out, still deep in sleep. The morning sun is streaming in the windows and balcony. They did not even draw the curtains last night.
She felt sore all over on muscles she never even knew she had. She was also sore down there. She still can’t believe that she had given herself fully to this man lying next to her. This man with his gorgeously sculpted body. She was tempted to reach over and stroke the smooth hard muscles of his chest. She
