Droplets of hot water from the shower-head cascade down the handsome face of the young man as he lets out a low groan, the steamy memories of last night coming back to him in bits.

Stepping out of the shower, Nikko dries off his dripping hair, pats himself dry and wraps the towel around his shoulders before pulling some pants on.

As he opens the door, a small grin spreads across his face when his eyes land on you dressed in just his shirt and still in bed. “Mornin’, darlin’. How’d you sleep?”