Our hot and heavy make-out session is interrupted by yet another growl from Mikko’s belly, and we both crack up. I roll off him as we laugh, shivering when I’m deprived of the warmth of his body, letting my hand linger on his toned abs. “Let’s revisit this after we’ve fed you.”
Mikko nods and brushes a quick kiss on my cheek before throwing off the duvet and getting out of bed. He pulls on the clothes he’d discarded earlier, and I hurry to do the same. “It’s freezing,” I mutter. “Your floors are like ice.”
“Southerners,” he huffs, eyes smiling. He turns to a chest of drawers and digs out a pair of gray woolen socks that he tosses in my direction. I quickly put them on, then follow him out of the bedroom.
His house is small but feels bigger due to the light flooding in through the floor-
