Martina
I wake up early in the morning, Vincent is getting ready for the trip he mentioned yesterday.
"Good morning," I greet him.
"Bonjour mon amour," he greets me with his sexy, husky voice, which sends a shiver down my spine.
He approaches, sits in front of me. I embrace him, inhaling his scent and noticing that he's wearing a honey-colored wool coat, a beige knit sweater, light jeans, and a camel-colored scarf. He looks perfect, a refreshing change from his usual dark clothes. I smile, admiring his appearance, and he looks at himself and kisses me.
"I’m going on a quick trip and will be back. London is very close and it won't take long; I’ll return today," he explains, brushing our noses together. I nod and kiss him, and the kiss deepens until we make love. When we finish, he goe
