The Things that Belong to Me

I woke up to the warmth of soft moist skin against my face. It felt like bliss, and I moved even further in, inhaling the pretty scent of masculine aroma and cooking. It felt nice, and I smiled, wrapping my hand even tighter around this pretty smelling thing, like if I woke up, it would be gone.

"You lied about hating being touched."

I stopped chuckling to myself, then opened my eyes and looked up. As it turns out, my hand was firmly wrapped around Florian's back, my nails digging into his flesh, my face buried in his chest.

My lips parted, and I started to move, but he pulled me back, a gasp escaping my lips.

"Florian, I..."

"You can stay here," he said, and I could hear him chuckle a little. "You are such a bad liar."

I sighed, slowly adjusting closer to him again. He did smell incredibly beautiful, and there was perfection in the way my hands were around him, his skin soft yet firm.

"I didn't lie," I said slowly, my lashes fluttering against his skin. I felt him jerk a little to th