Call him Angel

Elina woke to the morning sunshine and the cool breeze caressing her exposed legs. She stretched a little, enjoying the sensual feel of the sheets against her naked body. A low yawn left her parted lips as she rubbed her eyes a little. She patted the bed and found the side cold. She was aching everywhere. Her messy hair slightly fell over her face, but she brushed it aside.

She opened her eyes instantly only to look around and stopped when she saw Angel. He was sitting in a chair near the window, reading a book and wearing just his shorts. The bright sunlight shone on his body, making him glow beautifully.

It was a beautiful sight to see, with his slightly long hair and his eyes fixed on the book. He looked bewitching.

Elina prompted on one elbow, the sheets falling away exposing her breasts when suddenly. Angel turned to look and caught her about to lower down and get the sheets.

“Good morning,” he greeted her in a low tone.

“G-good morning,” she replied to his greeting a little awkw