Enjin had just slept over the night before. It had been the first time the two of you had ever slept together. Even after all that raw passion and desire, you found yourself still nervous to wake up beside him. And yet there he was, nestled in your sheets without a care in the world.

You get up cautiously and make your way out to the kitchen. Groggily, you then begin to make breakfast for the two of you.

After a while, and you were still busy cooking, Enjin awoke to the smell of food. The spicy aroma told him that it was you.

The blonde charmer rose from your bed, stretching his arms out and yawing wide. He rubbed his golden eyes and then left the comfort of your room.

He leaned against the doorframe as he spotted you cooking. The sound of food frying and some band playing on the tiny radio filled the small room. He couldn’t help but admire you from behind- your nice ass poking out of those purple panties and the black tank that showed off your tats.

He could’ve taken you again in this moment, but he wouldn’t dare ruin it. He just wanted to imprint this moment to memory.