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MAURICE'S POV

I walked into my room and Glenda's bags laid by the entrance, untouched and there was no sight of her.

I assumed Jane must have taken her somewhere as she was not here. I moved the bags to the corner, simultaneously tugging my shirt from the band of my pants.

I took off my shirt and exhaustion suddenly took over me. I settled on the love seat and closed my eyes.

For a moment, I drifted off to sleep when the soft creak of a door opening had me flipping my eyes wide open.

I scanned the room sleepily, finding nothing until my eyes rested on Glenda.

Dripping wet hair that stuck to the sides of her face, long eyelashes that fanned over her eyes, her soft full lips void of lipstick, yet beautiful in its rich nudity.

Her soft slender neck and the onset of her molds hidden behind the towel, showing just enough of her cleavage. She was a beautiful messy sight to wake up to.

I continued my journey of letting my eyes explore every inch of her body. The swell of her breast down to