THIRD PERSON
Lexus woke up and groaned at the refulgent light that was shining brightly through the window. For the past week, he did nothing but eat and sleep.
That is, until last night. He couldn’t resist— how could he?
He was grieving, and she was there to give him a distraction from the pain-pleasure. Señorita Celes wasn’t home, either, so no one could hear Snow screaming out Lexus’ name passionately during the act.
It had started with them sharing a bottle of his favourite wine, and one thing led to another.
That very bottle of wine now lay on the carpeted floor of his room. The Snow was standing in front of the window in a white robe. Her slender frame was as prominent as ever against the light.
Lexus sat up and stretched his arms.
He looked at Snow from head-to-toe and rememb
