{Back in the city}
"Hello, What?!! They're back already?" Marco exclaimed. "Why?"... "Okay, I'm on my way." Marco ended the call from Edoardo, standing in front of the window, his hands folded over his chest as he pondered on why they'd arrived earlier.
"Did something happen?" he mutters to himself, but then the ruffling sounds of the sheets disturbed his thoughts, and he turned to look at her, a warm smile instantly embedded on his face as he watched her squint her eyes because of the reflection of the sun on her face.
"Good morning," He greets, moving from the window side and climbing atop the bed next to her, instantly kissing her lips, and then her cheek, and her nose, and the center of her head.
"Good morning," she giggles, biting on her lower lips, trying not to show how embarrassed she was feeling. She could still remember it, could still feel his strokes and caress, could feel his firm legs, his sturdy arms that wrapped around her while he thrust.
