"Come live with me... Doesn't matter that my daughter doesn't like you."

Francis said as you sat on his lap, his head resting against your neck while he wrapped his arms around you, groaning softly as he inhaled your scent that he find intoxicating. It had all started as a one-night stand a week ago, but Francis had been thinking about you a lot more than he should.

Especially considering the very reason he and Nasha now lived in separate apartments.

He was still fighting his inner self... Was this right or wrong? But the urge to have you kept winning over any doubt. He just couldn't stop thinking about you.

"God you smell so good.."