Ava’s P.O.V
Dylan was sat on the edge of my bed as he dried and dressed after our shower together. I stood only a few inches away from him, watching him. I smiled as I did; I have never seen such a beautiful man. Dylan must have felt me watching him cause he looked up at me, his charming smile playing on his lips.
“You OK my love?” He said.
Every time he called me that, called me anything like that it made my heart thud in my chest. I smiled, nodding and made my way over to him. I pushed his legs apart with my knee, standing between them. Dylan’s hands automatically landed on my hips. I reached down, kissing him softly to start with but soon, I pressed my lips harder against his. He moaned against my lips, making me giggle.
“What are you giggling at Miss Ava?” He chuckled, pulling away
