I turn off the water of the shower once I feel my body cooler and refreshed after this long hot day. Every year it is the same, summers in the capital are nearly unbreathable and I have to say the small Parisian flats don’t help much about that. I quickly pat myseff dry, knowing perfectly the ambient heat will do the rest, and I put on a simple pair of boxer shorts.
Making my way to the kitchen, I pour a glass of fresh water that I carry with me in the bedroom where you are. I can’t help but stay a little bit still, you’ve always had this effect on me. The bed head is against the opposite wall and you’re here, lying on your stomac while playing one of your favourite video games on that Switch device. My eyes travel over your body, relaxed and almost naked to match with the summer heat, your pale and creamy skin bathed in the cosy light of the end of afternoon, the cute soles of your small feet, the soft curves of your legs. Your ass, god how much I love your ass, round and appealing, firm and yet so soft and voluptuous, barely covered with those loose and silky mini shorts that you are wearing, I can already see my hands all over it. Your tiny waist is another feature I can never get enough of, and the simple knowledge of it so small under my touch is giving me goosebumps. My eyes follow the track of your spine from the small of your back to your shoulders through the matching red and silky camisole you are wearing, I already know I am going to kiss and bite the fragile and delicate nape of your neck, right under your red hair loosely lifted into a messy bun.