The memories of the night before continued through both Declan and Autumn’s minds as they parted that next morning to make their way through their daily routines. However, having now crossed that threshold of intimacy that both thrived to achieve since they first laid eyes on each other, those very routines could cross over as well. With the sounds of the water omitting from the shower making its way to the shower floor itself, Autumn made her way into the bathroom while her fingers slid towards the curtain. Pulling it back, she found a small cloud of steam to welcome her before the chiseled face of her Latin lover appeared before her.
“Ven aca.” He spoke in a low tone, his voice echoing throughout the shower. Although she was unfamiliar with the Spanish language as far as being fluent,
