Bouquet

After we fucked, we'd remained naked. We were curled into each other. I woke up with Adryan's arms around my waist, his face in my hair.

I breathed quietly, and didn't move. I didn't want to wake him up.

I thought about our relationship for a while. Adryan bought me nice things and had sex with me whenever I wanted it. If I wanted to do something, we did it.

Adryan was a complete pushover.

I didn't like it.

But there were benifits. He would never say no to me.

If I was a different person, I'd use him.

Unfortunately I wasn't.

Adryan stirred next to me. He woke up and yawned. His hair was messy.

I smiled. "Morning, angel."

"Morning," he said.

"Let's get dressed and have breakfast."

"Ok."

Adryan got up and I admired his body. He was the perfect height, the perfect weight. He didn't have scars on his body like I had on mine.

I sighed quietly and got dressed as well.