EIGHTY SIX

Third person’s POV

The soft sounds of feminine moans sensually bounced off the walls of the dimly lit bedroom. April crumbled down onto Micheal breathing heavily as she came undone for the third time that evening, she tried to catch her breaths as he combed his fingers through her hair while breathily telling her just how well she had done.

“Breathe”. He said to her.

And she did just that. She lay against him while trying her possible to normalize her breathing, and once she managed to do that she raised her head to meet his gaze as a smile curved her lips.

“You’re alright?”. He asked her and she nodded.

She nodded.

“I am”. She replied.

He smiled and flipped her over so they were both lying on their sides, and for a moment all he did was stare at her, stare into her eyes, took in how bright they looked at the moment, and he reached out and brushed a golden lock of hair from her face.

Something about seeing how Calan and Alexa cared about each other made him crave that amount of clo