MAHALIA
Vasilios procured a golden light bulb by his magic, just hanging in the middle of the umbrella. The light was soft and warm.
He cuddled me for a moment, looking at me in the eye and kissing me on the cheek, on the tip of my nose and back on the lips. After that, he changed our positions, with me on top of him. Almost every inch of my body was pressed against his damp and hot body. I lay my head on his muscled chest, listening to the strong beating of his heart, making me hide a smile. His arms were tightly wrapped around me as though he didn’t want to let me go.
“Can I sleep in your bed from now on, my Kar?” he asked in a low voice. His chest rumbled when he spoke, tickling my cheek. I could
