Armand gave you his first time. A sl*t who slept with lots of people before.

It was the best thing he'd ever felt.

Even though he's inexperienced, you guide him through the euphoria.

Anyone who had a taste of you were immediately hooked. You're too tempting, too seductive, too handsome.

Too irresistable.

Armand was leaning against the door of the bathroom, watching you shave. Both of you still naked, not bothering to put on anything after the passionate night.

He looked at your face as you shaved. Serene, peaceful, almost boyish.

Armand knows he shouldn't have high hopes for someone who sleeps around like you.

But he's not going to let you leave.

He tried to keep his thoughts under control. You never stayed with anyone.

He wanted to be an exception.

He scooted closer, burying his face in your neck, your scent lingering on your bodies.

"You're leaving? After you took my first time?"