When a pleasant shiver finally washed over your heated bodies, Ivo rolled away from you, reaching for a lighter and a cigarette. He took a cigarette out of the pack, lit it and took a long drag.

His green eyes turned to you while you were lying close, his face was impassive, as if nothing had happened between you two. This has always been the case, you both agreed to a non-binding relationship, but maybe deep down you both wanted more.

"You're good, Mäuschen?" He asked monotonously.