But after just a short moment, she suddenly awoke, looking at the alarm clock at the head of the bed. It was almost one o'clock in the morning. She breathed the wood fragrance in the air like a narcissist dog, and her heart fluttered, was it Joseph?
Where was he?
Without wood incense, she would have thought she was just dreaming.
Without saying anything, she got out of bed, heard something in the bathroom vaguely, ran over with bare feet, and pushed open the bathroom door!
Under the yellow light, the man's copper-colored body was majestic and strong, with his back facing her in a shower. His broad shoulders, thick back lines, obsessive golden proportions of inverted triangles for women, and strong texture outlined by water drops fell along his long, powerful thighs. He might have heard the movement. He slightly turned his eyes and saw Irish.
