Arturo

Waking up with Isabella in my arms seemed somewhat surreal. Truth was I didn’t sleep with anyone. I’d never been a fan of attachments. But I couldn’t deny how right it felt. The way her soft breath tickled my chest. The feel of her long, smooth legs tangled with mine. Her soft skin sliding against my own. It was enough to put thoughts in a geezer’s head. Glancing down, I took in the gentle rise and fall of her chest and the small wrinkle I knew marred her forehead when she had bad dreams.